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He played with her without mercy, darting his tongue into her depths and teasing her sensitive bud. She grabbed his head as if she could control him. Her nails dug into his scalp and shot pulses of need straight to his cock.

It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone and even longer since he’d had a babygirl. His need was a driving, visceral force.

Lifting his head, this time, he sank two fingers deep inside her and circled her swollen nub with his thumb. Then he lowered his mouth to her sex and sucked her clit into his mouth as he continued to thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke her in just the right spot to send her tumbling over the edge.

Angling her hips upward, he dropped his mouth lower and replaced his fingers with his tongue. A gush of her sweet honey coated his tongue as she spasmed again and again.

Thank fuck. He was seconds away from losing his load like a randy teenager.

“Oh my God,” she gasped out as she came down from her orgasm. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever, ever experienced. I’ve never… I mean, not like that anyway.”

He would want to explore those words with her later, but right now, he had more urgent needs. “I’m glad you liked it as much as I did, Bluebell. But we aren’t anywhere close to done.”

Turning off the water and helping her from the shower, he wrapped her in a warm towel. Sev knew no bounds to the luxurious special touches his ship had, including a towel warming rack.

Drying himself off, he took her by the hand and led her to the bed. “I think this is a much better spot for what I have planned next,” he said.

“You want to lay down with me?”

Her surprise didn’t sit well with him. “Of course, babygirl. I want to be close to you. Is that a surprise?”

He lost her eyes when she shrugged and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Sort of. Most of the men I’ve been around for the past year didn’t want that kind of closeness, that’s all,” she whispered.

The shame in her words gutted him. As soon as he got her settled on his ranch, he’d schedule an appointment with a counselor who specialized in trafficking trauma. She still wouldn’t look at him.

He needed to make sure she was in the right head space to continue. “Will it make you uncomfortable if we cuddle, Bluebell?” She still didn’t look at him, but she nodded.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled her into his lap. “Listen to Daddy, babygirl. You bear no blame or responsibility for what happened to you over the past year. You did nothing wrong. It was important for you to do whatever you had to do to survive.”

The look she gave him was filled with sorrow and humiliation. “I shouldn’t have worked the party. I just never thought anything like that could happen. It was a ritzy hotel. I thought I was safe.”

“Don’t go there, Bluebell. You were earning a living. There was no reason for you to think something like that would happen. It sucks that your employers did business with a group of cowardly, scum-sucking monsters.” He would be finding out the name of that company and dealing out some justice when he got home. “You were a victim in this. I’m so fucking proud of you. It makes you like me.”

She laughed, but it held no humor. “You were fighting for justice, Daddy. Defending America from people like the guys at that party. I was serving them drinks. We are not the same.”

He forced her to look at him. “You are exactly the same. We are warriors and survivors. We did what we had to to stay alive long enough to escape so we could take them down another day. I’m honored to be your Daddy, to be in your life in any way. We fit because you’ve been through the fire, too. You know who I am on a level most people never will. Not even my own family. I wish to God you didn’t, and I’d change that for you if I could. But you will never hear me condemn you for the choices you made. Not ever.”

Tears traced down her face, and he wiped them away with his thumb. She grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss into the center of his palm. And in that moment, his heart became hers.

She smiled, and damn if it wasn’t the most beautiful gift he’d ever received. To be able to smile like that after everything she’d endured... this woman was perfect.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

After placing her on the bed, he said, “Hold on a minute. I have something for you.”

He crossed to a set of narrow French doors that opened to one of the closets in the room. The last time he’d been on Sev’s yacht, there’d been a special shelf – ah, there it was. He scanned the items placed there, knowing immediately which one he wanted.

Lifting it from its place, he carried it to Tildi. Her eyes widened, and she breathed out a soft, “Oh.”

“I remembered this from when I got the whirlwind tour Sev gave me before he lent me his ship. I’ve been picturing it in your arms ever since we met.”

He held out a pastel tie-dyed plush baby dragon stuffie, complete with tiny silver lamé wings and horns. It was adorable, just like his babygirl. A cute, fierce little dragon that needed some special Little. Someone just like Tildi.

For a second, she stared at the stuffie. Then she reached out slowly, as if afraid it would disappear if she moved too fast, and petted the toy's head. Glancing at him, she whispered, “Is she for me?”

So the dragon hatchling was a girl.

“Just for you,” he told her. “Do you like it?” He’d never met a Little who didn’t like stuffies, but if she were the first, he’d find what she did like and get that. Anything for his girl.