Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
“You call this love? Kidnapping me? Trapping me? Getting me pregnant so I can never escape?”
“Yes.” He pushed deeper, another inch, another, until I could feel him everywhere. “This is exactly what love is. Love is obsession. Love is possession. Love is burning down the whole fucking world just to keep one person warm.” His forehead dropped to mine. “Love is crawling out of your own grave because dying means never seeing her face again.”
He bottomed out inside me.
“Daddy!” I cried out.
He was fully seated, buried to the hilt, so deep I could feel him in my chest. In my throat. Daniel was burrowed deeply in all the places that had nothing to do with anatomy.