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Her eyes bore into mine, no longer filled with fear or uncertainty but rather a deep, consuming love that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Tor," she gasps, clutching me tighter as her body tenses beneath me.

I can feel her climax building, and it stirs something primal within me.

My strokes become more frantic, more desperate.

I've been starving for her for years, and now that I have her beneath me, in my arms again, I want to devour every inch of her.

My teeth graze the delicate skin on her neck, marking her with my passion, drawing the most beautiful sounds from her lips—my name being chanted like a mantra.

Every stroke of my hips against hers sends waves of pleasure through both our bodies and before long, we’re tumbling over the edge of our releases.

I’m never going to let this woman go ever again.

CHAPTER SIX

Meghan

My fingers tremble as I set down the phone, Tor's deep voice still echoing in my ears.

The past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions, each one threatening to sweep me off my feet.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the kitchen counter.

"Mom?" Tindra's voice floats down from upstairs. "Who was that on the phone?"

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "It was... it was Tor," I call back, trying to keep my voice steady. "He's coming over for dinner tonight."

There's a moment of silence, then the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Tindra appears in the doorway, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Tor... as in my father?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I told her the other night that he was her father, but left out all the nitty gritty details of why I left.

Before I told her I spoke to him and made sure he didn’t mind me talking to her about it alone.

The last thing I wanted to do was overwhelm her all at once, and I’m glad I told her privately because there were a lot of emotions.

I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, honey. He's really looking forward to seeing you."

Tindra bites her lip, a habit she's picked up from me. "Is he... is he happy I'm here?"

The question catches me off guard, and for a moment, I'm transported back to that night at the clubhouse.

The raw emotion in Tor's eyes when he realized Tindra was his daughter, the way his voice cracked when he asked if it was true.

I blink, bringing myself back to the present.

"He's thrilled, sweetheart," I assure her, crossing the kitchen to pull her into a hug. "He can't wait to get to know you better."

Tindra relaxes slightly in my arms, but I can still feel the tension in her shoulders. "What if... what if he doesn't like me?"

I pull back, cupping her face in my hands. "Oh, honey. That's impossible. He already loves you so much. You're his daughter."

A small smile tugs at the corners of Tindra's mouth. "Really?"

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