“Panties?” he teased, tickling her.
She giggled and swatted at him.
“They’ll cover the important parts, Little one. No one but me will see all of you.”
He’d mentioned before that he would eventually know every inch of her, and the idea unnerved her. “You don’t need to seeallof me,” she murmured.
He tipped her chin so he could make eye contact. “Are you sure you’re fully aware of what mates do together in the bedroom, Molly?”
She flushed and lowered her gaze. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did your mother tell you we would have sex in the dark or under the covers?”
“Not exactly. She didn’t go into detail. I just assumed.”
“Little one, I meant what I said. I will be intimate with every bit of you. I don’t want you to misunderstand. When I take this dress off of you, I will explore your entire body—with my eyes, my hands, and my mouth.”
She shuddered. Surely he was exaggerating.
He cupped her head and kissed the top. “Every inch, Baby girl. I will spread you open on the bed and suckle your pussy until you scream so loud in pleasure you scare all the animals in the vicinity.”
She gasped.
“Glad we had this chat. I wouldn’t have wanted you to be surprised. I think your mother left out a few parts.” His voice was jovial, and he gave her another tickle, but she was rather horrified.
Daddy chose a dress from the closet and turned to stride across the room. Before she fully grasped his intention, they were in the hallway and then entering a larger bedroom. The bed was huge. This was his room. Theirs she supposed.
Nervous energy sizzled around her. She wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but she kind of hoped he was going to let her change into the small dress. That idea intrigued her.
She’d spent her entire life stifled by the ridiculous modest clothing worn by women of the valley. The thought of shedding this silly ceremonial gown and leaving the layers behind for good sounded like a win.
Gavin lowered her onto her back on the bed and set his palms on either side of her head, hovering over her. He held her gaze with his intense stare.
Her heart raced. She had no idea what he meant to do right now, but she wasn’t scared. She wanted to know.
He inhaled deeply, and Molly was smart enough to know he was scenting her. She could scent him, too. In fact, she turned her head toward his marked wrist and reached up to clasp the entire thing with her hand.
Chapter Six
The room started spinning. She was aware of all the air leaving her lungs and murmured words coming from Daddy, but nothing made any sense. Nothing except an all-consuming need for something she couldn’t identify.
She couldn’t release him. Couldn’t or wouldn’t. He was saying something, perhaps encouraging her to let go, but she was under water. His voice was muted. All she could discern was his tone. It was soft and kind. He wasn’t angry.
His lips met hers, and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her deeper than he had any time before. She’d never seen two people kiss like this, not even her parents. Maybe they did so in private.
She wanted more. More of the unknown.
His fingers threaded in her long hair, angling her head to one side so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue danced with hers, tasting, taking, licking, sucking.
A deep primal sound filled the room. It came from her. Or maybe him. It didn’t matter.
She needed more from him with a strange clarity she shouldn’t have possessed. Nudity. Skin on skin. More contact. More of his kisses. His mouth everywhere like he’d told her.
She broke the kiss, but only to beg. “Please, Daddy…”
He was panting, his arms shaking at her sides. “Molly…”
“There are a million buttons up the back of this dress. Maybe cut it off?”
