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He gave said cock one hard pull from base to tip before lining it up with her slit. Sadly he didn’t immediately push in, just leaned down and kissed her deeply before saying, “Ask again so prettily and you just might get what you want.”

Arabella was no fool, she was a woman desperate for her man, so she did exactly as he asked and reaped the benefits as he filled her in one smooth thrust bringing his hips to hers. He paused there and threw his head back, echoing her moan.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

Tanner pulled back and slammed home again, hitting a spot inside her she didn’t even know existed. Tingles of pleasure bloomed from her core and filled her entire body as he hit the same spot again.

“Mine.” He repeated the word with each brutal thrust and right before she came again, Arabella wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until his lips brushed hers.

“Yours,” she whispered before kissing him deeply and letting go.

When he found his release, Arabella swallowed his roar and fed him one of her own.

Arabella was still wrapped around her Daddy. Their legs were tangled together and her chest was pressed into his. The sweat had long since dried on their skin and he was rubbing a hand up and down on her back.

Tanner suddenly rolled her onto her back and lined his body up to hers. He stared deep into her eyes for a moment with an unreadable expression.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go, Little Hurricane.”

“Good. I don’t think there will ever be any place I’d rather be.”

His lips took hers and this time, when he entered her, it was slow and sweet as he gently rocked them both to their completion.

Chapter Thirteen

Tanner took a knee to the groin as a scream ripped through the air. The combination had him jerking awake and grabbing his crotch as the pain tore through his system. He vaguely hoped his ability to reproduce hadn’t been hampered, but the thought was quickly lost when he saw that Arabella had scrambled away and curled into a fetal position on the edge of the bed.

She whimpered and cried out as she did her best to make herself as small as possible. The sound of her pain tore at his heart, causing him to forget his own agony, all he could think about was stopping hers.

Tanner scooted closer to her and gently moved her arm from over her head. She fought his moves, but he persisted until he could cup her cheek.

“You’re safe, Little Hurricane.”

He stroked his thumb over the apple of her cheek as he coaxed her to wake.

“It’s just a bad dream, baby. You can wake up now.”

Slowly, he stroked his fingers down her neck.

“Wake up for Daddy. Please, sweetheart. Wake up.”

Arabella’s lids fluttered open, sheer terror in her eyes and Tanner’s heart broke once again. To know she’d ever felt terror had unsettled him, but to know she’d been terrorized to this degree just about broke him.

Slowly, Arabella’s eyes focused on her surroundings. In the same moment he saw it click in her expression where she was, she’d also launched herself at him. Arabella buried her face in his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, effectively clinging to him like a baby koala.

Tanner held her gently while she cried in the crook of his neck. He murmured comforting words like, “I’m here,” “It was just a dream,” and “You’re safe with me.” He softly stroked along her spine and swayed his body in a soothing rhythm as her sobs subsided.

When she’d settled completely, he asked, “Want to talk about it?”

She hesitated briefly before shaking her still-buried head. He continued to rub her back.

“Ok, Little Hurricane.”

They stayed that way for a while before Tanner reached over to his nightstand and grabbed some tissues from the box, moving Arabella from her safe haven and wiping her eyes. He placed another tissue to her nose, “Blow.”

She did so without question, following each direction he gave her until he’d cleaned her entire face.

“If talking about it won’t help, how about a bath?”

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