Page 327 of A Vicious Love

There.

She liked the dirtier edge.

I thrust again, still gentle but fuller, and her nails scored my shoulders.

“You like hearing that,” I said. “My shy baby likes being told how good she feels.”

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her at once, squeezing around me until pleasure punched up my spine.

“Liar,” I murmured.

“I’m not⁠—”

I moved, and her denial broke into a moan.

“That’s what I thought.”

Her face turned toward my shoulder, hiding.

I kissed the side of her head. “No hiding from me. Not tonight. I want every sound.”

“I can’t,” she breathed.

“You can. You are.”

I lowered my mouth to her neck and sucked gently over the pulse there. I wanted my mouth everywhere on her. Wanted proof.

I licked slow down her neck. Across her collarbone. As I moved inside her, each thrust still careful, each withdrawal dragging through her tight grip until I felt her body begin to chase me.

Good.

I shifted, bracing one hand beside her head and using the other to cup her breast. Her breath caught before my mouth even reached her. When I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked, her whole body arched, driving me deeper.

“Daddy.”

The word came out broken.

My control frayed.

“That’s it.” I soothed her with my tongue, then sucked again, harder by a fraction. “Move with me.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do.” I thrust slowly and pressed my hand to her hip. “When I come in, lift for me. Small. Just like that.”

She tried.

God help me, she tried.

Her hips tilted up to meet mine, awkward and the change in angle made us both freeze. She cried out. I cursed into her breast, because the feel of her taking me that way, choosing me instead of simply enduring… fuck.

“There,” I said, voice gone dark. “Again.”

She did it again.

Better.

My hips rolled into hers, and she moved with me, breath catching at the first real rhythm we made together. Pain still flickered across her face now and then, but pleasure had begun taking more ground. Her mouth stayed open. Her eyes went unfocused. Her fingers clutched my hair, my shoulders, the sheets, searching for something to hold as I built her from hurt to heat.