Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
"Fuck, Lena…" His voice breaks, his body stiffening before he turns in my arms, dragging me up against his chest. His heart pounds against my ear like a fierce drum.
"I'm so sorry for everyone you lost." I pull back just enough to look up at him. Lines of grief etch deep grooves into his handsome. "It will always hurt in some way, and you'll always grieve. But I want you to know that you aren't alone anymore, Carver. You don't have to carry it alone anymore."
Ghosts and grief still linger in his gray eyes as they scan across my face, searching. "I don't, huh?" he murmurs softly, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.
"Nope. You have me to help," I say, nodding fiercely. "I'm your family now, Carver. I'll carry it with you."
Something wild and dangerous flickers to life in his eyes. He exhales a deep puff of air that ruffles my hair as his fingers tangle in the strands. Then his mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss an inferno that scorches any remaining distance between us.
"I'm not giving you up, pretty baby," he growls against my lips, each word punctuated with another possessive, soul-stealing kiss. "I hope you fucking know that. You're mine. You hear me? Mine."
The heat of his declaration envelops me, his growl reverberating through my bones.
"Yours," I whisper back, feeling the hot stamp of ownership in his kiss. My heart dances with hope, fluttering like a captive bird set free.
His hands roam over my body, branding me with every touch. Each one sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me.
"Say it again," he commands, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his own filled with fierce intensity.
"Yours, Daddy." The words spill out without hesitation as I trace the hard lines of his jaw, reveling in the raw power beneath his skin.
"Fuck, that's right," he rasps, his lips crashing against mine once more.
He's a storm, wild and untamed, as he lifts me into his arms, pressing me up against the wall. I arch into him, craving the depth of his possession, the fierceness of his touch.
"Pretty baby, you're going to be so full of me," he murmurs, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. "I'm going to breed you, mark you inside and out until there's no fucking question who you belong to."
"Yes," I pant, lost in the haze of his touch and the promise of his words as his hand slips down my stomach, dinner long forgotten.
"Mine," he growls as he plunges two fingers inside of me, claiming me all over again.
"Yours," I breathe, sealing the vow with a kiss that tastes like forever.
Chapter Six
Carver
"Still think you can handle an axe better than me, little girl?" I ask, staring at Lena in the bathroom mirror as she watches me scrub pine sap from my hands, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Probably." She taps her bottom lip playfully. "All that grunting and sweating seemed awfully unnecessary…"
"Unnecessary? I cut down a fucking tree." Forgot my damn axe, too. By the time I finished hauling the fucking wood back, I was too goddamn tired to go back after it.
"Oh, did you? I didn't notice. I thought the tree just fell over."
I arch a brow at her, and she breaks. Her laughter spills across the bathroom, turning my fucking cock to stone.
I give up trying to keep my goddamn hands to myself and close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms.
"Daddy! You're getting me dirty," she squeals, squirming like she's trying to get away. We both know she isn't, though. Over the last three days, she's fallen headfirst into the role of my little girl, playing it to perfection.
Her eager innocence and naivete are a goddamn revelation. In moments like this, she's so carefree, so trusting. She teases me relentlessly, keeping my fucking cock hard. And she does it intentionally, knowing precisely how it's going to end for her—with her on her back while I fuck her senseless.
I can't stop. Every damn moment I'm not inside her, I want to be. Every time my hands aren't on her, they want to be. I crave her like the most potent drug. Her laughter, her kisses, her submission and pleasure. She's consumed me from the inside out. I'm no longer Carver. I'm her daddy in every fucking way, every moment. She's all I think about, all I need.
I don't merely love her. I breathe for her. A few days ago, she said she was my family, but she was wrong. She isn't my family. She's my sun—the thing around which I revolve.
"You like it when I get you dirty, filthy little girl," I growl, my lips hovering over hers. "Keep teasing me, and I'll remind you just how much you like it."
She moans softly, melting into me as her gaze locks on my lips and her innocent act fades to desire. Christ, in moments like this, she isn't just my perfect little girl. She's both sweet little angel and devilish minx, reaching boldly for what she wants. She's all woman, pulsing with innate sexuality, soft and vibrant.