I’ve never been so scared in my life. I really should have killed that fucker, Romano, but now that he’s out of the picture and I know my Hannah and Jessie are safe, a different type of adrenaline fills me. I’ve been waiting to take Hannah’s virginity until I could do it properly—ask her to be mine without the “job” she signed up for hanging over us both—but fuck that.

I need her.

Now.

“Hannah,” I groan, loath to let her out of my arms as I carry her over to the plush bed here in the honeymoon suite. “I’m going to make love to you.”

I don’t ask, and it’s not a matter of wanting to. It’s gone beyond that. Holding her isn’t enough. Watching her come undone with pleasure isn’t enough. She was threatened tonight, and now I need to be inside her. I need to drive her over the edge and catch her when she falls. I need to mark her… claim her… make her mine in the most primal, basic way a man can. This isn’t mere want and it’s not a request; it’s non-negotiable. I need her, and unless I miss my guess, she needs me just as much.

“Please,” she gasps, clinging to me even tighter. “Yes, Luke. I… I need you to.”

I lower her to the bed with a fierce smile, loving that I was right. Also loving that she doesn’t question it, doesn’t fight it, doesn’t even pretend to deny it. She does need me, and I will always give her what she needs.

She’s still wearing the sexy little dress from the party, but I make short work of stripping it off her. I normally enjoy spending a little time appreciating the lacy undergarments she adorns herself with, but not tonight. They’re gone in a flash, too, and my cock stands at attention once she’s finally bare in front of me. And she is bare—all the way bare, which is sexy as hell. My girl must have visited the spa again, because her sweet, honey-coated pussy is as naked as the rest of my tempting little virgin.

“L-L-Luke,” she whispers, the slight stutter betraying her nerves. That, and the way her hands clench the bedspread as she displays herself for me tell me everything I need to know. Her instinct is to cover herself out of modesty, but I love that she doesn’t. She’s shy, but she wants me to see. She knows she’s mine, and even though she’s nervous, she doesn’t hesitate to let me look my fill.

She’s beautiful.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I tell her sincerely, since those thoughts should never stay silent in my head. She deserves to hear them. She deserves everything.

Hannah blushes—so prettily that I groan—and whispers a shy “thank you” that makes my cock even harder. She really is a good girl. Sweet, soft, and perfect for me. She’s strong, too, though. I love how she protects her little sister, but I’m going to make sure she never has to do that again. It’s going to be my job now, and as she looks up at me—trembling with nerves and innocent desire—I can see that she knows it.

That she knows she’s mine.

That she’ll say yes… to everything.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I tell her, the rest of the world fading away as I start to strip off my suit.

Her breath hitches in that sexy little way that makes me crazy, and she does it, eyes locked on mine.

I smile, letting my clothes fall where they may. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Hannah?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, her excitement showing through. Then her blush deepens. “Well, n-n-no. Not exactly. I mean, I know how it works, but—”

I crawl onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and spread her thighs wider. “You don’t have to worry about any of it, sweetheart,” I tell her, my cock jerking against my stomach as I see how wet she already is for me. “You were made for this. For me.”

“I know,” she says, followed by a rush of oh-so-pretty, pornographic sounds that escape her when I drag a finger through her slit and rub her hot little nub. “I… I really was, Luke,” she gasps out. “I was made just… just for you. You’re… ohhhhhh. You’re everything.”

She breathes out the last two words like a blessing, pupils blown and lips parted on a sigh as her hips undulate on the bed, writhing against my touch in a silent plea for more. She’s not touching herself—her hands are still fisted in the bedcovers—but I know it’s not because she doesn’t want to. She’s already learned what I like, though. It’s hot as hell to see her use her own hands on her delectable body, but she knows that I want to be the one to give her pleasure. When she does touch herself, I want it to be under my direction. I want every ounce of sexual enjoyment in her life to be something I grant her, even when I do it by making her use her own hands.

This time, though, her pleasure will be something I give her more directly. This time, I’ll finally fuck her.

I’ve only got one finger on her, but she’s so damn responsive I almost can’t take it. She’s already panting, arching up against my touch like the greedy little thing she is. It’s tempting to make her come just like this, before I even get inside her—I’m addicted to watching her fall apart for me—but not tonight. Tonight, I want her to know that the pleasure I give her is a shared experience. I want us to be joined in every possible way, and that’s going to start with our bodies. I want Hannah to feel me inside her when she comes, to know I’m filling her, to find her fulfillment only when my seed floods her depths and I claim her forever.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” I tell her when she starts shamelessly grinding up against my hand, already lost to the pleasure. “Be a good girl for me. I’ll get you there.”

Her eyelids have fallen almost all the way closed, and she’s lost all inhibitions in that beautiful way she does when she gives herself to me like this.

“Please,” she whispers, whimpering with disappointment when I lighten the pressure on her sweet little button.

I’m not finished with her, though. I drag my fingers through her wet folds to find her opening and push one inside.

“Luke,” she gasps, eyes going wide at the sudden intrusion.

I thrust slowly, and she moans, eyes fluttering closed as she unconsciously spreads her legs wider for me, inviting me inside. She’s so hot, so tight… my cock throbs with an urgency that has me groaning. I ignore it, though. Entranced with her uninhibited reactions.

My Hannah throws her head back on the pillow and arches up, repeating her pleas even more desperately as I finger her. “Please, Luke,” she pants, so damn prettily that it almost makes me lose all restraint. “I… I… I… I need…”

Her sweet, greedy little cries fade off into a keening, panting desperation, and my balls tighten with anticipation over just how high I’m going to push her. How hard I’m going to make her come. How good it will feel to finally bury myself as deep as a man can go inside her.

“I know what you need, babydoll,” I promise, lifting one of her thighs up to my shoulder as I thrust that single finger in and out of her. I can feel her virginity, stopping me from going deep, but I can also feel how tight her channel is.

I’m big, and I need her to be as ready for me as I can make her. Slick, wet, and desperate. Loosened up just enough by my fingers that she can take me. I’m going to hurt her, but I want that part to be over as quickly as possible.

And afterward? I’m going to make her fly.

“You need my cock, sweetheart,” I tell her, eating up the moan my words rip from her mouth. “You need me inside you, don’t you? More than just this finger?”

“Yes,” she gasps, and I push a second one in, forcing her tight channel to stretch around them both, then pressing my thumb against her clit again as I fuck my fingers into her faster to ramp up her pleasure.

Hannah’s sexy, smooth stomach is quivering—delicious little ripples of sensual enjoyment that move in time with her rapid breathing—and the thigh I’m holding with my other hand trembles in my grip. The scent of her sex is driving me crazy, and if it were any other night in the many I foresee for us, I would already be buried balls deep inside her. Not this first time, though.

This time, my need to take is trumped by my need to give… by my need for her to know just how good I can make it for her… by the need to make sure she knows that that is my only priority.

That she is.

“Please… please… please,” Hannah pants, the trembling muscle spasms I can feel around my thrusting fingers telling me I’m close to pushing her too far. “Luke,” she sobs. “I want you… I need you… please. Take me.”

She’s ready, and I can’t deny her anything, especially not this.

“Yes, baby,” I rasp, pulling my hand away and positioning myself above her. “You’re mine.”

She shifts her hips toward me with a needy cry and the head of my cock slots right into place, resting against the soft, wet entrance to her sweet heaven like it knows it’s coming home.

I groan, squeezing my eyes closed tightly to control myself as the impossibly perfect heat I find there shoots a bolt of lightning straight up my spine. I could come just from rutting against her, just from hearing her beg, but that’s not in the cards tonight, either.

I force my eyes open to find hers closed, too.

“Look at me, Hannah,” I order, bracing one hand near her shoulders on the bed and using the other around her delicate throat, tilting her head to face me as she obeys me and opens her eyes.

She’s going to see this.

She’s going to watch.

She’s going to know on every single level who’s taking her, whose name to scream, who she belongs to.

Me.

I lock my eyes onto hers, my cock throbbing against her, slick and hot with her juices.

“I’m going to enter you now, Hannah,” I growl, needing her to know. Needing her to want. “I’m going to take you, baby. Are you ready for me? Because it’s happening now.”

“Yes,” she whispers, the word turning into a sharp cry as I drive myself forward, her permission all I need for my control to snap.

I’m buried to the hilt with a single thrust, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to hold myself still while she adjusts to me. I’ve torn her open and she’s trembling around me, and now it’s on me to put her back together and show her that it was worth it.

“Good girl,” I praise her, leaning down to take her mouth as I slowly pull out, leaving just the tip inside her. “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. So tight and hot. I’m going to fuck you now. I’m not going to stop until you come. You’re going to know you’re mine.”

“I… I always have been,” she says, letting me swallow the words down with my lips as I push back inside her.

So… fucking… perfect.

I groan and she cries out again, going tense underneath me.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I promise, shifting positions so that I can make it better for her. I reach between us to reawaken her little button with pleasure, my cock weeping with happiness at the tight grip of her body, and when I find her nub—slick and swollen— I press against it until she moans. Grind my fingers there in time with my thrusts. Urge her higher and higher as she starts to spiral back toward pleasure.

“I… I am yours, Luke,” Hannah gasps, her words sounding less pained now and more needy. I can tell that her need is rising fast, and the sensual agony of keeping my thrusts slow and steady when I want to pound her into the mattress is worth it as her moans start to turn frantic and she adds a breathless promise that means everything to me: “I’ll always be yours.”

“Yes,” I grit out, my vision starting to narrow as her perfect heat stokes the fire inside me.

She’s moaning steadily now, panting and clutching me to her, and I start to fuck her faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

“Yes, Hannah,” I repeat, the words ripped out of me. “You’ll always be mine. I’m not… letting… you go. Ever.”

Her body starts to shake underneath me, and I take one more taste of her mouth and then rise up on my knees, pulling her legs onto my shoulders and grabbing her hips to give her what she needs. There will be other nights when I’ll fuck her for hours, bring her to the edge a dozen times before finally letting her tip over, but not this night. Right now, I’m going to push her hard and hear her scream. I want the promise she’s given me to be cemented with this. I want her lost in the bliss only I will ever give her. I want her never to forget that being mine means endless, overwhelming pleasure. I want her to shatter.

“Luke,” she gasps, head falling back as her spine bows off the bed into a perfect arch. “Oh… please.”

I drive into her hard, over and over, finally fucking into her the way I’ve been dying to for weeks now.

She’s ready for it. She craves it. And she responds beautifully to me—thank God, because now that I’m finally giving her what we both need, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.

“Please… please… please,” she gasps, the word falling from her lips in an endless stream that just proves how perfect for me she really is. I love hearing her beg. Love driving her to it. Love knowing she needs me just as badly as I need her.

The pink flush of her arousal spreads down her heaving chest, coloring the twin mounds of her lush breasts and warming every inch of her porcelain skin. I can feel my own release rushing toward me like a freight train, and I let go of one of her hips to grind my hand against her clit as I give her the final push I know she needs.

“Come, Hannah,” I demand, slamming into her with a groan. Her channel begins to pulse around my cock, greedily milking it for the seed I’m dying to fill her with. “Now, sweetheart,” I order. “Show me how good you feel.”

“Luke,” she screams, almost flying off the bed as she obeys me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I fuck her hard through the endless waves that take her, her cries spurring me on as I draw out her pleasure for as long as I can. But then my body betrays my iron control, giving in to the need that’s consumed me from the moment I met her, and with a hoarse shout, I fill her.

My hips stutter against her as I come, driving myself deep to claim every part of her. Thrusting mindlessly into pure pleasure, over and over, as I lose track of everything that’s not Hannah… surrounding me… welcoming me… taking everything I give her and clutching onto me like she can’t bear to let go.

I groan, vision whiting out as my balls empty inside her, coming more than I knew was possible to the sweet sound of her begging me… thanking me… urging me with on with soft cries and needy hands, asking for even more.

I shudder with a kind of soul-deep pleasure I’ve never known, finally returning to earth after a timeless moment of perfection that I’ll cherish forever. Hannah stares up at me with her heart in her eyes, body soft and welcoming and still flushed with satisfaction.

“I really am yours,” she says, her voice full of wonder.

I’ll never tire of hearing it, but she also needs to know—

“I love you, Hannah.” I brush her damp hair away from her glowing face and press a soft kiss against her lips, swallowing her gasp of surprise. “Your heart is safe with me, sweetheart,” I promise her, knowing I’ll protect it with my life. “You’re mine, but I’m yours, too.”

Forever.