Page 326 of A Vicious Love

“Baby,” I breathed. “You need to relax for me.”

“I’m trying,” she whispered.

Her voice was small and wrecked, but her arms were locked around my neck as if I was the only solid thing left in the world.

Clung.

After all the years I had made her reach for me and receive nothing.

She clung now.

I kissed her, slow at first, then softer when she winced around the first involuntary pulse of me inside her. My hand stayed between us, fingers circling gently, coaxing pleasure back. I felt the exact moment her body began to listen. Her thighs loosened by a fraction. Her breath shook out against my mouth. The tight clench eased, then returned around me in a sweeter flutter that made my hips want to move.

I held still. Barely. I kissed her again, and this time when I drew back, I watched her face as I lifted my hips.

“Daddy.” Her mouth opened.

The word hit me low and hard.

My hips pressed flush before I could stop the final inch, and she gasped, clutching at my back.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Say that again when I’m inside you, and you’re going to find out how much trouble a sweet mouth can cause.”

“Daddy,” she whispered again, softer, needier, as if testing the effect.

Brat.

Perfect little brat.

I gave her one slow thrust in answer.

Her head tipped back into the pillow, and the sound she made dragged through me like a hook. Pain was still there, I could see it in the tight line around her eyes, but pleasure had begun threading through it now. A sweetness my fingers coaxed higher while my cock stretched her around the rhythm I built inch by inch.

“Good,” I said, bending to kiss her jaw. “That’s it. Feel how your body’s learning me?”

She whimpered.

I moved again, a little deeper this time. Her body clenched hard around me on the inward stroke and I groaned into her neck.

“Jesus, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

Her hands slid into my hair. “It’s too much.”

“I know. I’ve got you.” I kissed down her throat, my hips moving in tiny, controlled strokes. “Too much and still taking me. You’re doing so well.”

She shook under me, but her legs shifted higher around my waist, her heels pressing into my back as if she wanted me closer despite the ache.

That little movement did something irreversible to my sanity.

I took her mouth again, licking into it while my hips found a slow, deep grind that kept me buried and let her adjust around the fullness. Her body gripped me harder every time I pressed in, and the pressure was so perfect I had to pull back from the kiss and breathe through it.

“Do you understand how hard you’re making this?” I asked, voice rough.

Her eyes opened, dazed. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” I caught her face, making sure she heard me. “Never apologize for feeling good. I mean you’re killing me. Sweetly. Thoroughly. With that perfect little body clenching around my cock as if it already knows who owns it.”

Her breath hitched.