His lips felt so good on mine that I embarrassed myself by groaning within moments of him bending over me to kiss me.

And then the embarrassment disappeared as his tongue crushed against mine and I was lost to the sensation of Gavin touching me, the taste of him, the scent of him.

Just him.

He was everything I’d remembered and tried to forget.

And he was the reason I would never forget.

It had been such a short time for us, but from the moment I’d looked up and seen him standing in front of me, I’d known he was the one.

We were meant to be together from the first time our eyes had met.

After several minutes of unabashed making out, I realized we were still in the hallway.

We broke apart and I looked up at him. “We should go inside.”

“I finally get to see the inner workings of your mind?” he chuckled.

“Ah yes, my lack of design sense or taste,” I laughed. “Wait, is something different? You don’t have your cast!”

“I had it taken off in LA.”

“Yes, where your girlfriend broke up with you,” I said. My heart darkened slightly at the thought of the beautiful and famous Blythe being with Gavin when we’d been together.

But something about the story didn’t ring true, and my heart struck back saying it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.

“I didn’t even know her,” he said quickly. “It was a set-up, my agent thought it would help expose my music to a younger crowd. I have the texts if you’d like to read them.”

“I believe you,” I said, and I did. I completely did.

I shut the door behind us and before I could make any jokes or show him around my little two bedroom apartment, he pounced on me.

His hands were all over me at once, seemingly everywhere as he pulled my clothes off my body and said my name like it was a pledge. A vow.

“Chloe. My Chloe.”

We kissed and I finally got to explore him like I’d been yearning to for days now, I got to run my hands across the broad chest and down his strong arms.

I tugged his tee shirt out of his jeans and slid my hands up underneath, feeling his hot flesh against my own. I dragged it over his head and looked at the tattoos that spiraled around his arms and across his pecs. They were beautiful and only enhanced the sharp definition of his sculpted body.

The ripples of his muscles under my touch triggered some feral instinct in me. I’d always been more of a brains over brawn type when it came to choosing men, but Gavin was different.

He was both, he was everything, he was mine.

My man.

I moaned again as his mouth covered mine and my breath seemed to escape my body, leaving me feeling faint and weak with desire.

“I need you,” he rasped against my lips. “I fucking need you so bad, Chloe. Fuck.”

He sounded pained, he sounded how I felt. As if being apart for even a moment longer was going to cause physical pain.

As if our bodies couldn’t survive without each other.

“Come on,” I whispered and led him to my bedroom.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex in this bed, I’d been luckier when I’d lived in the Mi Alpha Alpha house, not that it mattered.

Being with Gavin would erase every single man who had ever kissed me, every one who had ever touched me.

I would never belong to anyone else again.

I was his, my body was his.

My heart and soul were his.

“Let me taste you,” he growled and we began to strip each other, our clothing peeling away like layers of our past sins being cleansed from our bodies.

He was quick, he kissed me again, then moved his hot mouth across my collar bone and down to my breast.

I gasped and ran my fingers in his hair as he sucked my nipple. I felt heat rise in the core of my body with each movement of his mouth.

“Oh Gavin,” I groaned. “Oh god, it feels so good…”

He didn’t stop, he startled me by dropping to his knees before me. He kissed my quivering abdomen and put his hands on my thighs.

He shoved them apart and moved his mouth there, he kissed me there.

His tongue darted against me, against my cleft.

And he found my clit, oh god, he found my clit and I thought I was going to explode the moment he hit it.

“Fuck, oh my god…”

He continued to lap at my sopping we pussy and kissed me there like he’s kissed my mouth, hungrily and demanding.

The tension of the last few days was slowly easing out of my body, it was leaving with each and every little pass of his tongue.

I couldn’t hold on for long though, I couldn’t hold it back.

All my fears and sadness seemed to want to leave my body all at once, and they did, they exploded out with a force I’d never felt before.

My orgasm was so strong I thought I might fall down, my knees trembled and my head felt light, as if it wasn’t attached to my body.

I loved the way Jacob made me feel, I loved what he was doing to my body.

And…I loved him.

I cried out again and again as he continued to suck my clit and eat my pussy until I could no longer handle it.

“Gavin,” I called his name. “I need you inside of me…I need to feel you.”

At my demand, he finally pulled his mouth away from me and he looked up with fire in his gorgeous tiger eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said with a look of lustful need.

He stood up, towered over me and took me into his arms.

I couldn’t help but notice he was still wearing his jeans, and I wanted them off desperately.

I tugged at the button and he grinned.

“You are eager, aren’t you?”

“I’ve never felt like this,” I said. “This is crazy, I know…but this is different, isn’t it?”

“It is, babe. It’s totally different…there’s nothing like it,” he replied and my heart soared at his words. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I want you to know that. You were in my blood from the moment I met you. I loved you from the beginning. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I replied. “I felt it from the time I met you too, but I didn’t want you to think it was me just being a silly fan girl.”

Words escaped us and he kissed me again, this time with more love and desire than desperation.

We knew we had each other, we loved each other. There was no need for us to be desperate…we had our entire lives now.

He helped me pull off his jeans and I gaped at the huge bulge in his boxer briefs.

I understood where his hunger had come from, I felt it now myself.

I wanted him with such a deep, aching need that I couldn’t put it in words, I had to express it with my body.

We stripped his underwear off at last and we were both completely naked.

I gasped at the size of him, his cock was massive and I didn’t know how well I’d be able to suck it. Not only was it long and beautiful, but it had girth that excited me and made me crave it inside of me.

I wanted to feel him slammed deep in my pussy more than anything else in the world.

“Please…fuck me…” I begged.

He lifted me and set me on my bed. “I’m going to fuck you, Chloe,” he said in a thick, deep, lust filled voice. “And then I’m going to make love to you.”

I fell backwards onto the bed and spread my thighs for him, opening myself to him.

He climbed between them and locked his eyes on mine as he hovered over me, staring down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful…and you’re all mine, my love. Mine forever.”

“Gavin,” I exhaled and lifted my feet, wrapped them around his hips and drew him towards me. “I love you.”

He paused as the head of his cock reached my hot, dripping entrance. He pushed inside just a fraction of an inch and said, “I love you too, Chloe.”

And he slid his length inside of me.

He filled me completely and perfectly, as if his body had been built just for mine.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t form words. Everything in the world melted away except for the feel of Gavin inside of me, thrusting in and out, completing me at last.

I moaned and sighed, cried out and dug my fingers into his back as I tightened my legs around his hips.

He was so gorgeous, so absolutely, utterly gorgeous.

His tiger eyes glowed with an almost feral light as he pounded into me, sending me to a place of bliss I’d never been before.

Gavin made the most insanely delicious little growling noises of pleasure as he fucked me hard. It was made even hotter by the intense look of concentration on his face, like I was the center of his world too. The only thing that existed for him.

This connection drew us closer together, so when he slowed, and rolled a little to the left, I knew what he wanted.

He flipped into his back without leaving my body, and I began to ride his massive cock like I was a porn star or something.

The truth was, I’d never even done that position before.

But it felt good. It felt so damned good.

“Your cunt is perfection,” he said, looking up at me.

Normally, that word might have given a prude like me a little difficulties, but with Gavin…fuck it. Everything felt right. There were no limits with my man.

“It loves your cock,” I replied and ground my hips against him, thrilling at the power of it. The ability I had to make him groan and thrust up against me.

He held my hips with both his hands and said, “I want to fill your pussy, Chloe. I’m going to shoot my hot load in you, flood your cunt. I want to know that my cum is dripping out of you every time we leave our house. I’m going to mark you as my woman.”

It was so sexy to hear him say that. I arched my back and rode him harder, needing him to come with me.

I couldn’t talk at that point though, my orgasm took my words and I simply cried out his name as it built towards the inevitable peak.

“I’m going to come,” I finally whispered as my pussy clenched and I felt it flutter against his cock.

He thrust up and growled, “Come for me, Chloe. Come on my dick, let me feel you milk me dry. Come on, my beautiful girl.”

I hung on for a few more thrusts, but I was finally finished.

I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, shook my head and felt my hair shimmy like a horse’s tail down my back.

And I finally exploded into orgasmic ecstasy.

Gavin joined me. He grunted and said my name, went completely still and I felt his cock swell and twitch inside of me. My pussy was flooded and I couldn’t get enough of his hot seed.

I wanted as much of him inside of me as possible, and I wanted the same thing he did.

To be marked by him, so I would never go without having sex with him again. We’d be together from that point on, and the world would know that I belonged to Gavin Pierce.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he exhaled in a raspy, thick tone. “You are incredible.”

I fell against him and he held me in his arms, still inside of me.

I felt him slowly soften, but just as I thought he was going to pull out, I shifted and the movement made him instant hard again.

He was a beast in bed, so I guess the tabloids weren’t always totally wrong about the stories the wrote.

We kept going like that all night, sex followed by talking and cuddling, but always more sex.

It was as if we were making up for years of not being together instead of just days.

But in some way, maybe our bodies had felt deprived for much longer, for going through the world without their perfect half.

After a very, very rocky start to our crazy, whirlwind relationship, it seemed as if things were going to go very well for us.

And thank god, because we really deserved it.

We deserved the love and commitment we had for each other, and we deserved to be left alone to find our little piece of heaven in the world.