Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

"Yes."

His body shudders over mine.

"Fuck," he whispers, dropping his forehead to mine to inhale a quick breath. "Every word you say makes me harder, princess. I'm fucking dying here." He rakes a hand up my left thigh, pulling it up over his hips to open me up to him. His erection nudges at my clit again. "You're going to completely change my life, aren't you?"

"Yes." He's already changing mine.

He rocks his hips, grinding the broad head of his cock against my clit again. I writhe beneath him, flinging my arms around his shoulders. God, it shouldn't be possible to feel this good. And he's not even inside me yet.

"Daddy, please."

"There it is," he groans, lining up at my entrance. "I love the way you whine my name. Didn't know how fucking crazy a single word could make me until you said it, sweet baby. Daddy. I'm going to earn that title, every goddamn day until you can't imagine not having me." The head of his cock breaches my entrance, stretching me. "Be a good girl and stay real still, princess."

I already can't imagine not having him. But I don't have time to say that because he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, using his weight to hold me down as he thrusts forward. My body resists the intrusion for a split second, and then he's slamming into me, impaling me on his cock. My hymen tears, sending a sharp pain through me.

I cry out, struggling beneath him as the pain rips through me, burning, burning, burning.

"Shh," he whispers against my lips, falling completely still, pinning me to the bed beneath him. "Shh, princess. It'll stop hurting in a second. You're doing so good for daddy. Just relax, baby. Relax." He kisses all over my face, crooning his praises in a strangled voice. "Christ, your little princess cunt is strangling my cock."

"Daddy," I sob, clawing at his back.

"I knew being inside you would be heaven, sweet baby," he breathes, brushing his lips back and forth across mine. "You keep spreading your legs like this for daddy, he'll give you the world. Anything you want, just for a taste of this little thing. Goddamn. How are you real?"

His words and the awe with which he says them sends little fingers of pleasure whispering through me. They take the place of the pain, slowly ushering it out. My muscles relax, and it eases further. I retract my nails from his back, sob against his lips.

He's so big. God. I didn't think it was possible to be this full or feel this stretched.

It's…heaven.

"Daddy," I whisper, pain turning to awe. "You feel so good inside me."

"Princess." My name is a warning growl.

One I don't heed.

I roll my head to the side, place my lips against his ear. "Am I your good little princess now, daddy?"

"Jesus Christ." He pins me harder and thrusts deep, making me cry out his name. His self-control vanishes, cracked right in half by the wickedness that keeps my lips moving as naughty words spill from them…dirty words I've never said before.

He fucks me hard, pounding into me and snarling like a wild beast. His hips crash into mine, the sound loud. His balls rebound off me with each deep thrust, stinging where they slap against my skin. I writhe beneath him, lost in bliss.

His teeth close around my nipple, biting hard.

"Daddy!" I scream, flung headfirst into the throes of an orgasm.

Before it can take me fully, he pries himself off me, his heat leaving me. I cry out in loss, my womb clenching, aching. Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my stomach and seams his body to mine, using his weight to hold me down.

"Daddy," I sob, my head flying back when he thrusts in hard again. With my legs clamped together, his weight on top of me, he feels deeper, and even bigger.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, princess," he says, pressing kisses to the back of my neck. "Gotta keep you still before daddy fucks you raw. You feel so good. So fucking good."

I sob wordlessly, not sure if I'm agreeing to stay still or if I'm pleading for him to fuck me raw. My thoughts are all snarled and tangled like the branches of the bushes Kennedy and I hid in the other night.

All I feel is him, and he is everywhere. Pressing hot kisses to my shoulders and then sinking his teeth into the hollow of my neck. Whispering my name in my ear and then reaching for my hands to hold them down, our fingers twined together.

He's a delicious weight on top of me, a force of nature inside me, striking so deep I think he's trying to fuck his way into my soul. It's already his though. I think it has been since day one.

"Daddy. Daddy, please!" I cry out as my orgasm blooms again, more vicious than last time. Fear spikes, uncertainty that I'm strong enough to handle whatever he's about to do to me. Because I already know it's going to be massive.

"Don't fight me, princess," he demands, nipping at my ear and then soothing it with a stroke of his tongue. "Come all over me like a good girl. I'm not pulling out, sweet baby. Let daddy breed you."

Oh, god.

"Ohgodohgodohgod."

"Not god, princess," he says through a groan. His lips land against my neck, touching some magical spot just behind my ear. "Daddy. That's the name you scream when I'm inside you. That's the name you say when you're scared or tired or happy. That's the man who will lay down his life for you. The one who loves you beyond all reason."

"Daddy!" I scream until my voice breaks as his words send me careening over the edge. My entire body seizes up, frozen as waves of pleasure wrack me again and again. They consume me from the inside out, annihilating me and any hope I ever had of not falling headfirst into obsession with this complicated, beautiful, wicked man.

His body goes taut above mine, my name leaving his lips in a prayerful roar of sound. I feel him coming inside me, his come warming me as he releases again and again. His arms bracket my body as if to shelter me from the outside world as we come together in a mess of sticky juices and noisy cries of completion.

It's beauty. And it's bliss.

The truth of what I feel for him reverberates in my soul, and tears fill my eyes.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Princess," he whispers, his lips touching my shoulder in a reverent kiss.