Page 80 of Mountain Daddy

We stumble through the bedroom doorway. He kicks the door shut behind us.

My dress is now gaping open from the top. He slides it off my shoulders.

"Beautiful," he breathes. "So fucking beautiful."

I reach for the remaining buttons. Want to help. Want this dress gone.

But he's impatient.

His hands grip the fabric. Pull.

The dress tears apart.

"Nikolai!" I gasp. "That was my favorite dress!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"But—"

"I'll buy you ten new ones."

His mouth finds my neck. Bites down just hard enough to make me moan.

"A hundred."

The torn dress falls to the floor. Leaves me standing in nothing but my bra and panties.

He steps back. Looks at me like I'm a feast and he's been starving.

"Perfect," he says. "Absolutely perfect."

Then he's lifting me. Carrying me to the bed like I weigh nothing.

He throws me down onto the mattress. I bounce and giggle despite myself.

"Caveman," I accuse.

"Your caveman."

The possessiveness in his voice makes my stomach flip. Makes heat pool between my thighs.

He climbs onto the bed. Settles between my legs. His mouth finds my breast through the lace of my bra.

I arch beneath him. Fingers tangling in his hair.

"More," I whisper.

He doesn't need to be asked twice.

The bra disappears. Torn away like tissue paper.

His mouth closes over my nipple. Sucks hard enough to make me cry out.

"Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin. "I know."

His hand slides down my stomach. Fingers trace the edge of my panties.

"Already wet," he observes. "Always so ready for me."

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