Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

How can something so perfect ever be anything less than right?

In this moment, the only thing that exists is the two of us and the powerful clutch of desire that ensnares us both. I forget everything but him and how right this feels, as if we were always meant to find one another, always meant to be this way together.

"You're trembling, princess," he whispers, brushing strands of hair away from my face with gentle hands. His skin is so much rougher than mine, but his touch feels like heaven. "You need me as badly as I need you, don't you?"

"Yes."

He exhales a soft breath so full of relief, I feel it echo in my soul. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and you'll have been a figment of my imagination. You're so goddamn beautiful. You shatter me."

"I feel the same way about you." I reach up to press my palm to his cheek. "I can't believe I never knew what you looked like. I thought you were old and crotchety."

"Compared to you, I am old, sweet baby. Nearly forty."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not a bit," he swears, turning his face to touch his lips to my wrist. He nips the sensitive skin there, making me moan. "The only thing that bothers me when you're in my arms is the clothes separating my mouth from your gorgeous body."

"Then maybe you should do something about that."

He chuckles and kisses my wrist again. "Are you on birth control, Caroline?"

"No. There was never a need," I admit, refusing to be embarrassed by the fact that I'm a virgin. It's my body and my choice. Besides, talking about birth control before we're naked is the responsible thing to do. But part of me is a little disappointed, though I'm not sure I even know how to articulate why.

"Fuck," he groans, leaning down the take my lips in a deep kiss. "Knowing no one else has ever touched what's mine is sexy as hell." He drags my lip through his teeth and then kisses me again. "I want to be bare in you, princess."

"Jared," I gasp, shuddering when his teeth close around the shell of my ear.

"I want to breed you."

Oh my God.

"Knowing I can't claim you publicly is making me fucking crazy, sweet baby. I want everyone to know you're mine…that I'm the only one who will ever get to touch you like this, kiss you like this"—He trails his mouth from my ear down my neck and then onto my chest—"fuck you like this."

His mouth closes over my nipple through my dress, his teeth closing around the hardened nub. I arch toward him, crying out as a powerful jolt shoots straight to my core. Reality swirls away, leaving nothing but him behind. One hand glides up my leg, his fingertips rough against my softer skin. Before he ever slips my dress up my thighs, I'm trembling in anticipation, in desire.

My body remembers what he did to me last time. Vividly.

"God, sweet baby, I can already feel how wet you are," he groans, his hand shaking against my inner thigh. He presses his forehead to my chest and takes a breath as if to calm himself down. I don't think it helps because he groans again, and his hand tightens on my thigh. "Fuck. I can smell how wet you are."

A bout of wickedness flares hard and fast.

"Jared," I whisper, tugging on his shoulder until he leans closer to me. I press my lips to his ear, scrape my nails down his neck. "I've been that way all night…daddy."

His body goes rigid above mine. And then he growls so loud my ears hurt and falls on me like a beast. He's not my charming prince now, but the autocratic king, possessive and in charge.

"Goddamn, princess," he growls, bucking his hips into mine to grind his erection against my center. He grabs my hands at the same time, pulling them up to pin them against the bed. His heated eyes meet mine, so full of desire they leave me gasping. "I've been waiting for you to call me that again. You're a naughty little thing when you're turned on, aren't you?"

"Yes," I admit, defiantly. The things I want…I never would admit to anyone but him. Because I trust him. I know he can handle me, that he's as obsessed as I am, as greedy. If that makes me bad, then I'll be bad. For him. Only ever for him.

"You like making daddy crazy, don't you?"

"No."

"You don't?" He sounds surprised.

I seek out his gaze with my own, locking our eyes together. His face is flushed, his eyes so dilated his irises are little more than green rings around ravenous black. "I love making you crazy, daddy."

He growls again, letting me know he likes it too. A lot. Maybe he shouldn't. Maybe I shouldn't. That's not going to stop us. Because whatever is between us? Whether it's destiny or fate or some phenomena we don't yet have a name for…it's powerful. Vast. Shining bright as the sun.

I'm his naughty little princess, and he's my wicked, possessive daddy.

He takes my mouth in another deep kiss, rolling us until I'm straddling him, his erection digging into my center. He slides his hands into the back of my panties to knead my ass in his palms. Our tongues move together in a sinuous, erotic dance.

I whimper my pleasure into his mouth, rocking against him as he uses his hands on my ass to ride me against the hard ridge of his cock.

"Sit up," he demands, his voice a velvety growl of sound that scrapes against the pleasure center deep inside me.

It takes me a minute to find the willpower to move away from his mouth. I could kiss him all day and still want more. He kisses me like he can't stop himself from doing it. I love that so damn much.

Eventually, I manage to follow his order and pry myself from his lips. A surprised cry rips from deep inside me when I push upwards and his cock rolls against my clit. It sends a shard of pleasure stabbing so deep into me that I almost come.

"Daddy wants to watch you undress," he says, playing with the bottom of my dress, teasing it against my thighs. "Show me what belongs to me, princess."

For a second, I think my courage is going to vanish. I've never undressed in front of a man before, especially not one who looks like him. But then I remember that he's already seen me in practically nothing and loved every second of it. If that's not a confidence boost, I don't know what is.

I replace his hands with mine, slowly tugging my dress up until I'm flashing my panties at him. His eyes lock on them like he's looking at the Holy Grail. His tongue peeps out to touch his bottom lip. His hands flex against my thighs. I can feel how much effort he's expending, trying to keep himself still instead of tumbling me off his lap and ripping my clothes off me himself.

"Christ, I can't believe that little thing is all mine," he groans.

"But it is all yours," I murmur, sliding my dress a little higher.