Michael's POV
My gaze fixed on Allyson, every fiber of my being responding to her surrender.
Christ, I hadn't anticipated those words from her lips.
She reclined before me, chest rising and falling, legs spread wide in complete offering.
Daddy, I need you. Her plea reverberated through my mind, awakening something savage, something that demanded I claim her completely.
She couldn't comprehend the battle raging within me. Had no understanding of the restraint required to keep my darker impulses in check.
When I finally took her, gentleness wouldn't be part of the equation. I wouldn't temper my hunger. Every instinct screamed to drive into her relentlessly, to possess her in ways that would leave her breathless and marked as mine.
I craved doing wicked, forbidden things to her body that would shatter her innocence completely.
To consume every part of her. But her inexperience complicated everything.
