Touch Me, Daddy
And I am never, ever letting her go.
“You’re staying,” I tell her, trailing kisses down her neck and sucking a mark onto her delicate skin. She whimpers, clutching closer to my shoulders, her hips still riding my length of her own accord. “Not as my assistant, though I’d like that too. God knows my days are empty without you. No, Sadie. You’re staying with me.”
Her breath catches. “Stefan.”
“I was an idiot not to see it. An idiot to fight this thing. But I’m done screwing this up, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives making this up to you, sweetheart. Convincing you to stay with me every single day.”