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Chapter 8 Trigger isn't the first person to accuse me of having a hero complex. It's damn near impossible to find a doctor without an ego the size of a small island, and I'm no exception. This moment, however, has little to do with ego or hero complex and everything to do with the feelings I have for someone I have no business loving. I want to take care of her in more ways than one, provide in every way she'll let me. Take all her burdens and shield her from the world. I don't regret stepping in for her that night. Whatever pain the past carries, this is a moment that I will never regret.

Christ, I want to take care of her. Fresh chapters posted on finḑnovel.net When she looks at me the way she is, with her hands on my chest and those emerald green eyes blinking innocently up at me, I realize there is nothing I would not do for her. Nothing I would not sacrifice to have those eyes on me for an eternity. "Kiss me, Daddy," she demands. So I do. With a growl, I dip my fingers into her hair and slide my mouth over her sweet lips, drowning in the taste and scent that is uniquely hers. I back her to the counter and pour everything into the kiss.

All the need I've been carrying for a week comes flooding out in waves as the invisible restraints we'd clung to fall away. There was always a barrier between us, a shadow of sorts, slipping between us every time we touched. Now, finally, there is nothing between us. Nothing outside this moment matters. We're two souls coming together as one. "Mine," I growl, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to claim her. I let go of her hair and lean down to grab the back of her knees before lifting her into my arms. Cara wraps her legs around me, whimpering into the kiss as I carry her toward her bed.

"I'm not stopping until I'm balls deep inside of you and you're full of my cum, baby." "Yes," she pants, her eyes flashing with heat when she pushes back to look at me. "I don't want you to stop...or leave." "I'm not going anywhere." Not now, not today...not ever. I set her on her feet and strip her naked before I lower her onto the bed, then hurry to remove my own clothes. Her eyes watch me with both excitement and nerves as I tear open my shirt before shrugging it to the floor then moving to my pants.

There is a sense of urgency to get them off that I haven't felt since I was a teen driven by hormones. My past lovers, however few as they were, had commented on my control and finesse when it came to making love to a woman, but now, all of that has fled. My blood is roaring in my head and dick straining painfully in my boxer briefs. I've never needed a person the way I need her. Never wanted one enough to feel like I'm going to die without touching her, and Christ, I need to get a hold of myself. I can't touch her when I'm feeling this way. I need a minute.

A week wouldn't be enough, it feels like. "You're doing it again," she accuses, and when I look up, it's to find her watching me curiously. "What do you mean?" "Fighting yourself," she says, biting into her lower lip, and I see the contemplative look in her eyes before she parts her thighs to expose her pussy, naked and wet, glistening with arousal, and it's a wonder that I don't explode.

"I misinterpreted it for rejection the first time I watched you pull away, but I see now that you were fighting for control." "I told you that I don't trust myself around you," I choke out, my eyes locked on the spot between her thighs, body trembling with barely restrained power. "Fuck, baby, you are killing me." "And I told you that I could take you," she says, the red tinge on her cheeks betraying her shyness, but there is also determination and pleasure in her eyes at how I am reacting to her boldness. "I don't want you to hold back. I want all of you, Daddy.

Everything." I tear off the rest of my clothes and catch the quick glint of appreciation in her eyes as I climb over her on the bed. "I'll give you everything," I growl, drinking in her naked body. I push her legs apart and lower my aching cock between her thighs, rolling my hips until she's whimpering and arching into my touch. There is no other woman who has ever made me this desperate for them. And simply from looking at me. From offering me her naked body. She's the exception. The first and last. "Everything," she echoes before my mouth slams down on hers in a feverish kiss.

She opens up for me with a moan, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me back with just as much desperation. My hand reaches between us and fondles her tits, swallowing her whimpered cry as I pinch a pebbled nipple between my knuckles. We're both panting when we break from the kiss. "You have no idea the things you do to me," I rasp, kissing her jaw and leaning up to nip her earlobe. "I'm going to fuck you hard, so fucking hard everyone here will know someone's riding that tight little pussy.

Then once you are limp and sated, I'll do it all over again until I am all you can feel inside of you." Her sharp intake of air only serves to excite me. "And you'll take me, all of me. Milk every drop of my seed and love every fucking second of it." "Oh, Daddy!" she moans, dipping her fingers into my hair when I rock my cock against her pussy. I promised her everything. No, I'm not planning on holding back anymore. I don't imagine I could even if I wanted to. Not with how desperately I need to be inside of her, but I'll be damned if I turn into a sex-crazed maniac.

She'll need me inside her just as desperately as I want it by the time I fuck her. Her breaths are racing as I kiss a path down her body, my hungry mouth seeking before closing around a beaded nipple with a low groan. She cries out, arching into my touch as I roll my tongue around the peaked bud, getting drunk off the taste of her and the way she throws her head back as she surrenders to my touch. "You are mine!" I hiss, closing my teeth lightly over her nipple and watching with satisfaction as her back arches off the bed.

"You belong to me, Cara." "Yours," she sobs, writhing helplessly under me. "Yours, Daddy, only you!" Goddamn right! I push back to lick the spot between her tits, moving lower and feeling her stomach spasm under my lips. Her thighs are trembling by the time I settle between them, her folds slick with arousal. I allow myself a moment to take her in, leaning down and brushing my mouth against her inner thigh and inhaling her sweet scent. If it wasn't for the harsh throbbing of my cock, I could see myself spending a long time here, worshipping her until she is sobbing for release.

"So fucking gorgeous," I breathe against her skin, sliding my hand to the back of her thigh and holding her still as I lean in to kiss her sex, groaning as she opens up for me like a rose in full bloom. "Stay still now. Daddy's going to take care of you." Her gasp of surprise tears through the air when I slide my tongue over the wet valley of her pussy, groaning as her sweet flavor floods my tongue. I lick her clit fervently, groaning as I feel the bud swell. I am a man possessed, lapping and stroking her sex like it's the air I need to breathe, set on taking more, taking everything!

"Daddy!" she cries out, her hips lifting off the bed to meet my mouth, but I hold her in place, tasting her and letting her arousal coat my chin and jaw, committing the taste that is uniquely her to my memory and filing it away as one of my favorites. Broken moans fall from her lips as I feel her teeter closer and closer to the edge, so I add my finger, pushing it gently against her tight entrance. She tenses for a second but doesn't stop pushing up against my tongue.

My aching cock leaks onto the sheets as she closes tightly around my finger, begging for more as I thrust shallowly in and out of her. "Fuck, baby, I can't wait to fuck your tight little pussy," I growl, adding another finger to stretch her. I tease her clit with my tongue as I slowly work her open. Her pussy starts to quiver and thighs begin to tremble, telling me all I need to know about how close she is to coming apart. My lips close over her clit in light suction, drawing a cry from her lips.

I look up to drink in her flushed expression, take in the rise and fall of her tits with every harsh breath, and when I apply more pressure on her clit, I watch her lips part in a loud moan. I feel her tremble and shake through the orgasm. My cock throbs fiercely, begging to replace my fingers as her pussy clenches hard around them. "Daddy," she sobs as tremors roll through her body, and I keep my tongue on her sex, licking her through the orgasm until the storm calms a bit, but I barely have any control left to grasp onto as I pull back and climb up her body.

I take in her heavily lidded eyes and the thin sheen of sweat on her that makes her look so goddamn sexy. "I need you," I hiss, taking hold of my cock and guiding it between her folds. My eyes are locked on hers as I rub the head of my shaft between her folds before working it into her incredibly tight sex. She takes a sharp intake of breath at the intrusion, wrapping her arms weakly around my shoulders. "I can't take it easy, baby. I'm sorry...I can't!" "Do it," she whispers, lifting her lips to mine and kissing me. "Take me, Daddy. Make me yours.

Only yours!" A bright flash of need bursts in my eyes, and I go blind with pleasure, slamming forward through the thin barrier of her innocence. She cries out at the intrusion as I roar against her skin, groaning as her sex wraps hotly around me, squeezing and releasing against my manhood in rapid pulses. "Fuck, baby!" I hiss, breathing through my mouth. I wasn't prepared for it to feel this way. Could never have dreamed that anything could feel this good. That anyone could. She's perfect. Everything about this woman is perfect and mine.

I brush my lips over her temple before pushing back to meet her gaze. "Are you okay, angel?" "So big," she whimpers, her hands tightening around my shoulders. "It feels...so big. Hurts a little, but I can feel you everywhere." "If it hurts too much-" "No," she says, digging her nails into my shoulders. "No stopping. I want this. I need you, Daddy." Thank fuck because it would kill me to stop.

"I need you too, angel," I say raggedly, moving, trying with everything I have to go slow and give time to adjust to my girth, but I am hungry for her, and the need clawing at my skin sends me rocking so hard into her, the bed frame slams against the wall. I can't stop. It's like something has taken over, and all I can see is her. She's all I can feel and smell. Perfection. Everything from the way she looks at me-like the answers of the universe lie within my gaze-to the way our sweaty bodies move together is pure perfection. Mine!

I drop my face to her neck and press my hand against her hip as I slam into her with rough strokes. She holds me close to her as my pumps become frenzied, and I can feel myself teeter close to the edge, but fuck, I've never been a selfish lover. Despite the blood roaring in my head, I force myself to slow down a bit, pushing back to meet her eyes. "I seem to have no self-control when it comes to you," I rasp, rolling my hips slowly and grinding the base of my cock against her clit, watching her lips part on a gasp.

"I've always prided myself in having control, but all you have to do is look at me, touch me, and then I have none of it left." "I...I do that to you?" she whispers, her dazed eyes trying to stay focused. "Yes. You do that to me and so much more," I say, dropping my mouth back on hers as I slowly pick up the pace, swallowing her pleasured cries as I rock into her, teasing her clit with every move. "You steal my breath away with the beauty you carry inside and out.

You make me want to fight the world just to protect you from it." "Daddy-" "I love you, Cara." I let the words slip out and catch the quick flash of surprise on her face before I bury my face in her neck. I slid the hand on her hip down to her knee and hook it over my waist before driving hard into her. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, sobbing when I start pounding furiously into her. "You're everything, Cara. Everything!' "Oh, God!" Her breath catches in her throat a second before her pussy cinches hard around my cock, releasing with a scream.

Her nails tear a path down my back as she shakes, sobbing hard as I hammer my cock into her in near-violent thrusts, chasing my orgasm, and she's still falling when my muscles tense above hers. "Fuuuck!" I roar, the muscles in my stomach straining painfully before the storm floods in. I growl, pinning her into the bed as I pound into her hot channel, flooding her with my seed and pushing it deeper into her womb. "Mine!" "Yours," she sobs, hugging me close as her body takes the assault to her senses. I'm a madman, pouring into her, taking her as I've imagined doing all week.

Marking her as mine with such vengeance, it steals both our breaths. She holds me tightly through the rough shudders, her pussy milking me to the last drop. "Fuck!" I breathe as my body goes slack on top of hers. I brace myself on my elbow so I don't crush her, my mouth seeking hers in a kiss that is just as wet and passionate as the last, but with less urgency. "Are you okay, baby?" I ask when we've both caught our breath. "Yeah," she says, blinking up at me, and I watch as her face lights up, her mouth stretching into a grin.

"You love me?" "I love you." "I thought it was just me," she whispers, leaning up and brushing her mouth on my jaw. "I thought I was out of my mind to be attracted to someone I've spent my entire life feeling indebted to. Even crazier to fall in love with them." "If you are crazy, then so am I." She nods, sliding her fingers up my nape and into my hair, and I feel my cooling blood heat at her touch. "Then let's be crazy together." "Yes, together," I rasp, taking her mouth with mine again, set on keeping good on my promise to make love to her again, and this time, I plan on taking it slow.

Giving as much as I take, loving her until she feels like she can't live without me. I don't plan on letting her live without me ever again. Mine. "Yours," she whispers when I slide back into her, her body moving fluidly to meet mine. Her eyes lock on mine as I take her slowly, drowning in the feel of her. "I love you, Daddy."