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"Yours," she gasps, nails scoring my back. "Always have been."

"You wanted my attention?" I growl, flipping her onto her stomach without withdrawing. "Now you've got it all."

I thrust inside her again, my cock springing back to life, but I know she’s had enough. I’m just not ready to leave yet, not ready to admit that our first time is over. I lean forward, kiss her shoulders, and listen to her sigh of contentment as I pull out.

Mine. All mine.

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Later, she sleeps curled into me, lips parted in peace. Moonlight paints her face serene—a treasure worth any battle. My arm tightens around her waist. No one will take what’s mine—not even her father.

Dawn can wait. For now, she’s here, warm and breathing beneath my hand. And I’ll fight the world to keep her this way—forever.

Chapter6

Callie

Iwake in the night to find myself curled in his arms. I never knew it could be like this. The intensity in Buck's eyes as he holds me makes everything I've ever experienced before seem like pale shadows.

His strength surrounds me completely—not just physical, but something deeper. Years of watching him from afar, of dreaming about those hands, couldn't prepare me for the reality of being the center of his world.

"Buck," I whisper, reaching up to trace the hard line of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips.

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice gentler now but no less commanding. "No more running, Callie. Not from this. Not from us."

The weight of his words settles over me like a blanket. Us. Finally, there's an us.

I've spent so long trying to get his attention, pushing boundaries, testing his control. Now that I have it—have him—I feel almost overwhelmed. His presence fills the room, fills my senses completely.

"I've wanted this for so long," I confess, vulnerability washing over me. "Wanted you to see me as a woman, not just as my father's daughter."

His eyes soften slightly, though the intensity remains. "Since you’ve been a woman, that’s how I’ve seen you, sweetheart. Far too clearly. That was the problem."

He brushes a strand of hair from my face with surprising tenderness. The contrast between his powerful presence and these gentle touches undoes something inside me.

"You can't hide from me anymore," he says, his voice a low rumble that I feel as much as hear. "No more bratty games. No more pretending."

"I don't want to hide," I whisper, feeling more exposed than I've ever been, and not just physically. "I just want to be yours."

The smile that curves his lips is possessive, primal. "You are. Always have been."

In this moment, wrapped in his arms, I feel completely owned and utterly protected. The dichotomy should be confusing, but instead, it feels right. Like coming home to a place I've always been meant to find.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his words a vow that reaches something deep inside me.

All the years of yearning, of pushing and testing him, have led to this. There's no hiding now, no playing games. He sees all of me, and still wants me.

I've never felt so cherished. So claimed. So completely his.

Chapter7

Buck

I've spent years denying what I feel for her. Years of watching her grow into the woman entangled with me now, her eyes filled with trust and something deeper—something I've been too afraid to name.

The moonlight spills through the window, painting her skin silver and gold. My hands tremble slightly as I trace the curve of her cheek, marveling that she's finally here, in my bed. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish.

I lower my mouth to hers again, this kiss slower but no less consuming. Pouring years of unspoken longing into each touch. Her body responds to mine like we were made for each other, every curve fitting perfectly against my harder edges.

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