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"Roll over. I'll hold you."
"Oh, no. I'm fine."
"We're not getting any more sleep if you're going to keep shivering like a scared kitten."
"You don't have to–"
"Noelle. Come here. I'm going to keep you warm. That's what men do. Especially when their girls are cold."
His words are soft, but the message is clear. He called me his girl.
I roll onto my side, my back facing him, and feel the bed shift. He moves closer to me, his chest pressing against my back.
"Relax," he whispers, his mouth inches from my ear. His hand moves up, and he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
"Mmm." I close my eyes and relax. It's been a long, stressful few days, and this is exactly what I needed.
Nathan's other arm slides around me, his hand resting on my hip. I feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of my t-shirt, and despite the chill in the room, I'm suddenly warm and drowsy.
He's silent, but his fingers never stop moving. They slide through my hair, stroking and petting and rubbing. The motion is repetitive and hypnotic, and I find myself relaxing further, almost melting against him.
My body feels heavy like it's sinking into the mattress. The sound of the rain on the roof lulls me deeper and deeper into a dream-like state, and I'm just barely aware of Nathan's body shifting.
He moves closer, his hand sliding lower. The tips of his fingers brush the exposed skin at the bottom of my shirt. I don't mind the contact, and in fact, it feels nice.
I hum, a soft sound of contentment, and he moves again.
Suddenly, Nathan's lips brush the side of my neck. His breath is hot on my skin, and my heart begins to pound. It might be how sleepy I still am, or the heat that’s building in my belly and making me shift against him, but when I go to murmur his name, something else entirely comes out.
"Daddy."
He growls, a low sound of need, and his hand grips my hip, fingers digging into my flesh.
"My girl," he groans. "Fuck."
I flush with embarrassment, opening his mouth to tell him it’s just a slip of the tongue, but his hands on my skin feel too good.
"My girl," Nathan repeats, his voice low. His teeth graze my neck, and I arch back against him. His cock is hard and huge, and it's pressing into the crack of my ass.
"Fuck, Daddy," I gasp.
"That's right, sweetheart." He grinds against my ass. "You're so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My sweet girl."
"I-I didn't mean–"
"Noelle," Nathan says. "Be my girl. Just for the holiday. We can pretend."
"Yes," I moan. "I want to."
His fingers slide lower, dipping beneath the waistband of my pajama pants.
"Fuck," he groans. "Tell me you're not wearing any panties. Please tell me that's true."
"I'm not wearing panties," I whimper. "Please, Daddy. Touch me."
His cock twitches, his whole body trembling. He slides his hand lower, cupping me, and then his finger slides along the slit of my pussy.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're so wet, sweetheart. You want me to touch your little pussy, baby?"
