Daxton’s POV
I’m a little more punishing than I mean to be but damn, the thought of my girl with anyone else claws at me, demanding that I claim her as mine.
Lilian’s fingers curl into my hair, her head tilting back to rest on the door as I attack her neck, biting and licking my way down to her collar bone before sucking the exposed skin above her sweater, leaving my mark.
A low moan leaves her lips as I release her flesh from my teeth and she moves her hips, rubbing herself against my already rock hard length.
‘Dax’ she moans softly, almost on a breath that makes me want to roar in triumph. No one can pull these noises from my girl but me, and they never will.
‘What do you want baby?’ I ask huskily, nibbling at her earlobe which I know drives my temptress wild.
‘You, I want you’ she
