Delicate fingers wrap around my forearm. Shaking the black fabric with her enthusiasm. I fucking love seeing her so excited without any doubts about me - about us - dampening her anticipation. She can enjoy her dinner now, and we'll both savor our dessert later.

DeMarco's house is impressive. Wrought iron gates slide open, and the SUV Nick had waiting for us at the airport, slowly winds up the driveway. Mounted cameras rotate, tracking every turn of the wheels, while his men stand at the ready, flanking each side of the huge wooden front doors. Which open as soon as we park between the flower beds overflowing with a rainbow of colors.

She tucks in close to me after I help her out of the backseat. Not sure if it's from our renewed connection or uncertainty from the guards overseeing our every step. Confidence from their obvious skills and hidden weapons palpable in their self-assured demeanor. They don't have a damn thing to prove.

Neither do I. Although I prefer my security a bit more inconspicuous. But after the rumors I've heard of the attacks on his wife from his own fucking inner circle, I can see why he's overzealous with protection. I curl Molly even closer, and scan the men again. No one is excluded from my suspicion. Or hers, from the questions lining her expression as we hustle inside.

Another suit greets us in the foyer. A practiced smile and a brief nod to Molly before he focuses on me.

"Welcome Mr. Ellison." He holds out a wooden box, lifting the bronze lid. "This is a family evening, sir, with Mrs. DeMarco and the baby here. No weapons allowed."

A test to prove my commitment to this evening as well as the deal. I have no reason to doubt DeMarco. We're joining forces to destroy a common enemy. Yet uneasiness still swells in my gut. It's one thing to take a chance with myself but totally unacceptable with Molly. Fuck me if I ever do anything again to hurt her.

She watches me, trepidation darkening her previously excited expression. These little suggestions must weigh on her that tonight is more than just a meal and the opportunity to meet her favorite singer. That the world I've pulled her into might be more dangerous than just obsessive security for the wealthy elite. Doubt chipping away at the foundation I’ve laid. I can't let that fucking happen.

I give him a curt nod and slide out my Glock. Laying the gun on the black velvet, I wink at her. No big deal baby girl. Her shy smile returns, relief smoothing her gorgeous face. I'm a lucky bastard.

I lift my arms and spread my legs, letting him frisk me. Satisfied I'm unarmed, he steps back and turns to Molly.

"Miss?"

One request past my limit. Even if it pisses off DeMarco and destroys our agreement. I don't give a fucking damn. No one lays a finger on my woman. "You touch her, and I'll break your motherfucking hands."

His steely gaze meets mine. Not used to taking orders from anyone except his boss. But, when it comes to her, I am the boss.

He acquiesces to my threat, shaking his blond head. "Women and children are always off limits - Mr. DeMarco's rules."

Something else Nick and I can agree on. Her small hand curls around my bicep. Squeezing to calm my anger. Reassuring me that she knows I'll fucking protect her to the death. "It's fine Luciano. Let's just have a nice evening."

My gaze slides from his to press my lips against her temple. The only affection I'll ever allow him to witness. We follow him through the living room, my stomach growling from the sharp scent of ginger wafting through the air from the huge kitchen to the left. An older bald man stands at the stove, swiping his forehead with the back of his hand, while a bored looking brunette woman sits at the kitchen table slicing oranges as big as my fist. Definitely not Nick and Shae.

The goon escorting us pauses at the French doors. Finally the end of our unwarranted and unwelcome supervision. Another huge man hustles toward us, with a friendlier sentiment on his face. A gurgling baby fills his left arm while he extends his right hand to me, then Molly.

"Nice to finally meet you in person, Luc, Molly. I'm Nick, and this is Evie."

He bounces the infant a few times, and she giggles before falling shy, twisting back to his chest and rubbing her forehead on his shoulder. Cute kid. Even better is the longing in Molly's eyes, which plays perfectly into my plan. Her goal may be to graduate next May and find a position that allows her to still care for Eli. Which I totally support. With a few adjustments of course. Sure she'll accept her diploma but as my wife, carrying my baby when she crosses the stage. She'll never have to work or want for anything. Fucking guaranteed.

Nick beckons to one of the most naturally beautiful women I've ever seen. Not because I'm a fucking asshole ogling another man's wife, but because it's true. She pauses in tucking blocks into a pink basket sitting on a huge lounge chair. A black and tan German Shepherd hops up, matching each of her steps, and positioning himself between us and her once she reaches Nick's side. The dog sits from Nick's snap, but doesn't leave his guard at her feet.

"This is my wife Shae." A possessive hand slides around her waist that I totally respect. Smart men protect what's theirs. Even smarter men kill for it. Which I know he most definitely has. "Sweetness, this is Luc and Molly."

Unexpected hugs to each of us. Must be an L.A. thing. "Welcome. It's a pleasure to meet both of you."

This could totally be awkward. The weird uncertainty lingering after introductions are made, especially when small talk is not one of my best skills. Add to that a beyond-famous rock star, I’m already antsy to finalize the details and jet. Surprisingly it's not that uncomfortable. Shae seems like a genuinely nice person, and Molly pulsing like firecrackers under my hand on her back, eases some of my impatience.

"I'm a huge fan. I've been to one of your concerts but I never dreamed I would ever get to meet you in person."

"Which concert was it?"

"Chicago, five years ago." Molly's laugh bubbles out with a refreshing innocence as she shakes her head from the memory. "I was a junior in high school, and my friends and I got tickets even though my parents said we were too young to drive into the city by ourselves. We snuck out and got caught, of course. But it was so worth it."

What the fuck? My angel has a naughty streak. A nice little discovery I can't wait to explore more in-depth.

Shae giggles too and her hands fly to her cheeks. "Oh no! I hope you didn't get in too much trouble."

"Grounded for a month. But we were the coolest kids in school for way longer than that."

"I love it!" Molly's smile lifts to nuclear levels when Shae links their arms together. "Come on, let's get you a drink."

It takes a hell of a fucking lot to impress me. But, the exhilaration rolling through Molly from the pop star's sincere generosity releases the last of the tension tightening my muscles. She's happy, so I'm happy. It's that fucking simple.

They wander over to the expansive outdoor kitchen, luxurious enough to include a fully stocked wet bar and huge grill. Although I love my city, living like this would be fucking easy too. Definitely have to bring Molly back to the beach tomorrow as much as she keeps breathing in the salty air, her gaze lingering on the pink and orange horizon.

Luckily, the casual vibe continues through dinner. Leisurely conversation while they feed us spring rolls and wantons, glazed salmon, sesame noodles, and stir fried vegetables. Molly's fingers entwine with mine while she chats with Shae, always smiling when she glances at me.

The brunette from the kitchen keeps our plates and glasses full, and all her attention on Nick. Which he seems oblivious to. A brush of his hand when she removes his appetizer dish. A wink when she refills his wine. Pissing me off that he never addresses her audacity because I know he's not that obtuse. Unless he welcomes her advances. Which will end our fucking deal in a fucking heartbeat. I don't have any fucking tolerance for a cheating bastard.

My appetite disappears completely when she slips a note into his place setting as she sets down the dessert platter. Fucking asshole slides the paper into his pocket. Done. I'm fucking done. Time to get the fuck out of here. I'll fight this fucking war by my god damn self.

Refusing to upset his wife, I fucking force myself to bite back my disgust when he rises, collecting his daughter with him from her high chair. He kisses the top of Shae's head, who looks up at him with complete adoration.

"Let Gil and his team take care of things. You relax and enjoy your dessert with Molly. I'll keep Evie with me while Luc and I talk."

Seemingly sincere. She gives him a patient smile. Like she's used to his overbearing concern. And, maybe his fucking cheating ass.

"Okay, thank you."

Why the fuck am I taking this so personal? I don't even really fucking know these people. Who the fuck am I to care if he plays around on his wife.

But it's too much of a fucking reminder of my mother. And Harper. All my father's wives. I refuse to be that man. Not to Molly. Who gives me a similar doting expression when I stand that Shae bestowed upon Nick. Contented and devoted. Without any doubts. Making me hope like a pussy for the same depth of love I have for her. I brush her cheek with my lips and whisper in her ear, "Have fun."

She nods, another huge grin gracing her gorgeous face. I'll let her have this night before I tell this asshole our agreement is dead before it even started.

Nick gestures to the doors, leading us into the mansion.

"Give me one minute and then we can talk."

Hardness rings through his deep voice. Maybe even anger. All the gentleness reserved for his wife vanished. Except the protective arm around his daughter, her tiny hand gripping the back of his polo as he strides inside.

He storms into the kitchen and tosses the unread paper onto the granite. The smugness slides off the waitress's face when she meets his gaze.

"I don't know what the fuck this is supposed to be. But, I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting my wife. Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house."

Finished with her, DeMarco spins toward the wide-eyed man whose gaze ping pongs between the trembling woman and Nick. "I trusted you Gil. I expected you to vet the people you bring into my home. You may be here because of Shae, but you'll leave because of me. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes sir."

DeMarco hustles down the hallway, his head still shaking. Once inside the office, he pours us both small tumblers of whiskey. One of my favorite brands. At $800 a bottle, the guy's not cheap. Or stingy. Just deadly and fucking faithful. I like him even more.

"Sorry about that. I don't know what the fuck's wrong with people sometimes. Like I'd ever fucking cheat on Shae."

I get it. I totally fucking get it. We may be dicks but we can think with something else most of the time.

Nodding, I drop down into one of his leather visitor chairs. Not as worn as his sofa or the desk. Interesting. Probably fucks his wife there. Need to add that to my list for Molly. My body tightens at the thought. I need to make her mine and take her everywhere. Eliminate any doubt that another woman could ever have my head or my heart.

His huge fingers curl around his daughter’s ear, and he kisses her on the forehead. “Sorry sweet baby. Don’t tell your momma.”

Unaffected by his outburst, she stretches for the computer as soon as he sits down and positions her facing outward on his lap. Happily banging away on the keyboard while we get back to business.

"Creed's a fucking sick bastard, through and through. Women and children are his favorite weapons for control and revenge. I'll have my house on lock down and my best guys on Shae and Evie while we're gone." He nods toward the glass door, where on the other side the girls relax safely on the deck, unaware of the risks we're planning. "I suggest you do the same for Molly and your baby brother."

I should be fucking offended by this guy's arrogance. Who the fuck is he trying to fucking give me advice. But for some reason it doesn't bother me as much as it normally would. Probably because I know it comes from a place of fear. Just like mine.

Life would be worthless if anything happened to either of them. Just like I know it would be for him if he lost his wife or daughter. "I'm going to send them to her parents' farm in the boonies. With my most trusted guards. They'll be safe."

"Good." His eyes still hold uncertainty. Both of us fully aware, once the ambush ends, that the real threats begin. It's never over. "When you get up and running, let me know if you need my help. I only ask for no hindrances to my distribution routes. My teams have free reign of their routes without interference."

"Agreed."

Funny how reasonable two fucking criminals can be. Like were talking about fucking pizza delivery. But his story is the same as mine — bred and groomed to succeed our fathers. No choice in the matter, our fates decided before we were even born. Now we live with the consequences. And hope the people we love survive along with us. Both physically and mentally.

Escalating fear tangles in my gut. Molly doesn’t know who I am or what I do. Yet. With the danger lurking and security increasing, the truth may no longer be a secret. “How does Shae deal with all of this? I mean, she’s in the public eye. Doesn’t she question why she can’t go out or why your guys are all over her when she does?”

A deep sigh ruffles the baby’s curly hair, and he slumps back in his seat, watching her attempt to manipulate the decorative globe he cups in his hand.

“She puts up with a hell of a lot. Sometimes I’m not even sure why. She never complains. But I try my damnedest to never fuck up bad enough to make her want to leave. I almost lost her once, and I won’t do it again.”

My own worst fucking nightmare. I shake my head, matching his own disgust. A reminder that we can’t control this fucking world or their fragile hearts. Both of us at the mercy of these gentle women who have the power to break the most powerful men in the country. A risk I’m more than willing to take to keep her and make her mine.

* * *

A little bit tipsy and a whole lot star struck, Molly’s gorgeous eyes flame even brighter as she climbs onto my lap once I slide into the backseat after her. Fuck me. She’s stunning. And making my dick so fucking hard it hurts.

“I had a great time. Thank you for bringing me.”

I’m a fucking lucky bastard that she conveniently forgets I forced her. Still not sure what I would have done if she had really denied me. The trip. Or herself. “Me too.”

“Now we have the rest of the night together. Just you and me.”

Her hands slip under my jacket. Caressing over my racing heart before fisting the linen to pull me closer. A few hesitant kisses brush against my lips before she slides her tongue inside. She has no fucking idea what she does to me when she sheathes her body to mine. Urgent and so fucking hot, stoking an inferno all the way to my balls.

I want her. God do I fucking want her so bad. I could slide into her right now and let her ride me all the way to the hotel. But that’s not what I promised. Not what she deserves. “Unless you want me to rip those panties off your gorgeous pussy and fuck you right in this car, you've got to stop grinding on me like that.”

Maybe it's the alcohol flowing through her soft body but lust darkens her eyes as a small purr groans in her throat. Baby girl likes the dirty talk. Then I've got to fucking give her what she wants.

“I thought you liked me kissing you.”

Innocent. Too fucking innocent. “I do. But you make it hard for me to be a gentleman.”

“That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

“Not if you want him to hear me fuck you.” I grip her chin as she starts to turn her head toward the driver. “Because once I’m inside you, he’ll hear you screaming my name through the partition.”

A little gasp follows a huge shudder. Anticipation just as strong as mine. Her gaze locks with mine while I slide off the little sweater I forced her to put on. Goosebumps rise on her ivory skin when I trace over her bare shoulder. My lips follow my fingertips and her body arches, shoving her sweet tits closer to my mouth. I kiss the tops, knowing how dangerous it would be to dip any lower. “Fuck me, angel. You are so fucking glorious.”

“Why do you always call me that?”

A playful tone to her voice that I can't pretend doesn't have more meaning behind it. She wants to know. What makes her different. What makes her special. What drove me to choose her. Totally unaware that it wasn't a choice. I can't be without her. Ever again. “You don’t like it?”

“I do. It’s just…you have that room…downstairs." Slender shoulders hunch under my hands. Her body drifts away, along with her mind as doubt takes root. Weeds of uncertainty smothering the trust budding between us."You like that…kind of stuff. That...I...don't do.”

Fuck. As much as I was hoping I could avoid this conversion, even I'm not stupid enough to realize it wasn't inevitable. I just want to fuck her. Marry her. Fill her womb with my babies and live a gloriously happy life with her in my bed and by my side. That's enough for me.

But that's not enough for her. Especially before she can completely give herself to me. Before she can have confidence in her decision that I'm the one. Which is humbling and fucking terrifying at the same damn time.

"Maybe I can't give you what you need."

Fuck that. She's exactly what I need, and she has to understand it. No hesitation. So fucking dumb to think we'd made it past the uncertainty from our conversation on the plane. We're there now. At the tipping point for her real decision. For her to really accept me. Us. Not out of obligation or fear. But because she wants more with me. As much as I want with her.

I don’t have the luxury of stuttering and choose my words so fucking carefully. “That’s Ty’s playroom. Ty is into that lifestyle.”

“You aren’t?”

"No."

"But you were, right? Ty told me...before you used to..."

My pulse throbs in my pounding head. He wouldn't fuck up and tell her about Rachael. But I don't know what other stupid bullshit my fucking asshole brother could have said. "What?"

"That you both...together you'd..."

Unable to say the words, she hides from me. Rolling my tie around her finger. Over and over. The blue silk yo-yo's up and down with only a hint of her purple fingernail peeking out. Keeping the space between us that I need to close. "Some girls want to be dominated. But that's not sexy to me."

"It's not?"

I totally get her real question embedded in her words. That maybe what she offers isn't what I desire. What I survive for. “No. I don’t want to hold you back with handcuffs or whips.” Sliding my hands under her chin, I lift her head. Forcing her timid gaze to see my confidence. "I want to watch you fucking fly.”

“In your bed?”

My dick screams from her whisper. “In everything.” She comes alive again, her body tips closer, her cheek nuzzling my palm. “You don’t have to be anything but yourself to make me happy. That's all I want from you.”

"Me too."

Her fingers tap the muscle shielding my pounding heart. Warming my skin even through my shirt.

"See? This is the real Luciano. The man I know that's inside of here. That's what I want from you."

Just like I promised, from now on, that's who she'll always get. Even if the real me isn't who she thinks I am. I fucking swear I'll only show her the version of me she can love. Will love. "Always."

So as good Luciano, I help her out of the SUV. Tuck her small hand into mine as I lead her through the parking garage and inside the lobby. Force myself not to put a bullet between the eyes of the desk clerk whose lips curl into a knowing smirk when I tell him we aren't to be disturbed. Not bite her nipples through her sheer dress while my hands slide up her skirt on the elevator like I normally would a woman I'm getting ready to fuck.

Instead, I mimic her delirious smile. Stroke over the thin silver belt circling her waist as I nestle her back to my chest. Nuzzling her neck while we wait for the brushed metal doors to glide apart. Caressing her delicate fingers while we stroll to the suite.

The perfect gentleman.

Until I close the door.

Because I want to fully appreciate my angel before I ravish her.

"Oh look! Champagne!"

An ornate cheese and fruit tray sits next to the black bottle. Tendrils of smoke still wisp from the neck. A lavish spread covers the table that I'd love to shove off and lay her down to savor instead. She taps her flute against mine before taking a long sip. Gorgeous eyes sinking shut as she enjoys her drink. Fucking amazing watching her face flush with pleasure. Which I'm going to fucking love giving her more of tonight until she's spent.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I set down my glass. As lame as it sounds, I feel like I've waited my whole fucking life for this moment. To make love to this woman who's going to be my wife. The mother of my children. My entire fucking universe.

Greedy to seduce her, I lick across her bare shoulders, her skin like velvet under my tongue. Tasting as fucking sweet as she smells. She trembles under my lips as I kiss down her spine, more and more of her smooth back exposed to me as I glide open the zipper. Overcome, her flute slips from shaking fingers, tumbling to the floor when my hands stroke under the glittery straps, sliding them down her arms to expose her naked breasts.

I may not know shit about how these push up dresses work, but when they get me to her incredible tits so easily, I'm going to buy her a fucking thousand of them. I cup the heavy mounds, overflowing in my hands, stroking the supple flesh again and again closer to her dark pink nipples. Torpedoed with desire. I swear to fucking god the nubs pulse for me, her body arching to follow my strokes, Whimpering with a strangled moan the moment my thumb brushes over them.

"Luciano."

Her tortured voice explodes like fireworks through my blood, lifting my heart, swathing my cock, and tingling my aching balls. An instant addiction I'll never be able to overcome. I've got to do whatever it fucking takes to get her to make that sound again.

I snake down her trembling stomach. Prolonging her anticipation by teasing over each rib, palming her hip bones bucking forward of their own accord. Her head lolls back against my chest. Rustling the lapels with her shuddered breaths.

"Are you wet angel?"

"Y-yes. For you."

Jesus.

She's fucking sexy as hell without even realizing it. Owning me with her innocence and her desire. "Only for me. No one ever touches you here again but me."

Before she can respond, I breach her tiny panties and with agonizingly slow strokes, trail through the arousal coating her silky folds. Another mewl bubbles deep in her throat. But even fucking better, no stiffening or pulling away from my fingers circling her throbbing clit. Proof she trusts me. Freely and Completely. And I fucking refuse to ever break her faith in me. Or my touch.

Which makes me crave her even more. I step back, already fucking missing her sweet body pulsing under my hands. "Take them off."

Long hair glides up and down her creamy skin as she nods. Blond strands fluttering forward as she slides her delicate fingers under the strings and tugs the heart covered silk over the swell of her hips and down her toned legs. She steps out of them and the lavender fabric pooled at her feet, and turns around to face me.

Naked. Wearing only her heels.

Fuck. Me. Hard.

I almost fucking explode like a teenager from her tentative smile, unaware how unbelievably incredible she is. My head bobs involuntarily, beyond humbled this gorgeous woman stands before me. Seeking my approval of her. Of the bounty she offers me.

I can't help but take it all in. "Let me look at you."

Circling around her, I fight every instinct to yank down my own zipper and work my hungry cock. This is about her. Only she touches me tonight.

Stepping into her space, sharing the same breaths, I repeat the question I asked her the first time she bared herself to me. Hopeful tonight she has the answer. For herself and for me. "Tell me what you like. What do you want?"

Hoarseness deepens my voice. Thick with need that doesn't get past her. Desire flames in her eyes as they bore into mine. Impressing me with her confidence.

"You."

I'm reduced to thinking with only my other head. That needs out of my pants and inside her. "Bed. Now."

But she shakes her head. A sly smile playing on her lips.

"Not yet." Her fingers pick at the knot of my tie, much higher than where they need to be on my hungry body. "Your turn."

She releases me, hands twitching against her narrow waist. Waiting with a cocked eyebrow. Challenging me to deny her demands.

Fuck me, she's fucking glorious. A satisfied chuckle escapes my throat. I knew she was fucking perfect.

Fine. I'll give her what she wants. But it won't be as slow and beautiful as her show for me. I yank off my jacket and split open my shirt. Buttons bounce across the carpet, some of them settling in the champagne puddled on the white nylon. After kicking off my shoes, I jerk down my slacks, boxer briefs, and socks in one swift movement and toss them at her feet.

Now we're equal. Toe to toe. Naked. Desperate. Ready.

Reaching for me first, purple tipped fingers stroke over my pecs, flicking my nipples. Feels fucking amazing. But not what I want right now. Not what I fucking need.

She traces my taut stomach muscles. Hours of gym work reduced to a quivering plane of bumps under her touch. Mere inches from my greedy cock, ravenous for more. Bobbing for her caress. I've got nothing left, but to beg through gritted teeth. "Please."

Now she giggles. Triumphant to prove she fucking owns me. Which I fully admit when a single fingertip brushes over the tip, circling through the arousal pooling above the slit.

Jesus Christ.

Braver, she increases the pressure and strokes downward. Over and over before a tentative hand sneaks underneath. Cupping my engorged sack.

Done. I am fucking done.

Scooping her up, I stride through the living room with her tight embrace around my neck, and kick the bedroom door shut behind me. Hard enough to make the wood bounce off the stopper and swing back to slam into my shoulder. Pain I don't fucking feel because all my nerves flame with the lava flowing through my veins from my dick.

Her vise grip doesn't loosen when I lay her on the white sheets. Baby girl doesn't have to worry. I'm not fucking going anywhere except between her legs.

I brush errant strands of hair from her forehead and cheeks. Unwilling to let any of her be hidden from me. As much as it would fucking kill me to stop, I have to ensure she's completely ready. Heart and body. I dip to kiss her but she shakes her head. Crippling my usual conviction. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. There's just something I need to tell you first." Small hands cup my face. A smile as bright as the sun matches the glow in her eyes. "I said I was waiting to be in love. And now I am. I love you, Luciano."

My pussy ass heart soars. She actually means it. All the doubt vanished from our trip. Arguing and resisting only to prove in some odd way that we can be happy together. That the only barrier holding us back is me, and I'm finally fucking stupid enough to realize my mistakes. "I love you too."

Insecurity lines her forehead. "You don't have to say that just because I—"

Now I'm pissed. At myself rather than her. She has every right to doubt. "I mean it. More than I've ever fucking meant anything Molly. I love you."

The light doesn't dim from my severe tone. Just grows shinier. She cries because she knows it's true. I have to tell her everything that's true. Everything I can. Because as much as she says she wants this, I'm going to fucking rip her apart. Literally. So I have to make love to her mind to appease the damage I inflict on her delicate body.

I nudge her jaw line with my nose before laving over the tender skin under her ear. "I want to explore you. Every inch of you."

Squeals of laughter fill my ear as I glide my hand down her waist. She needs to be ready. To beg for me to relieve her ache before I make it worse. Nuzzling under her arm, I breathe in deeply. "Mmmm, powder fresh."

"You're so weird."

She rolls her eyes but amusement still brightens her face. Yeah, I can be a funny guy. At least with her. I kiss her bicep, the inside of her elbow and over her wrist. Her body squirms when I suck in her index finger, tasting my own arousal on the tip.

Baby girl likes my tongue. Good, because she's going to get so much more of it. I repeat the trail down her other arm. Agonizingly slow. Enjoying a leisurely pace. Frustrating her as her back arches when I lick over her thigh after I lay her hand down on the mattress.

Yet, not quite close enough to reach her glorious pussy. Pink and bare. I stroke the soft skin making her writhe again. "I like that you keep this smooth."

She shakes her head. "I sw-swam and cheered…in high school." Panting pushes her words out in spurts. "Easier to have electrolysis…than shave every day."

God fucking damn. My girl's fucking tough to have her hair burned off at the fucking root. And I get the fucking benefit of it. I am a lucky bastard in so many ways. "Open your eyes angel. Look at me while I fuck you."

They blink open, a small smile gracing her expression. I slide my hand under her back, encouraging her to lift up. She rests on her elbows, keeping her gaze on my finger tracing her wet folds. Fucking hotter than hell for her to watch me. To see what I do to bend her gorgeous body to my will.

A shudder rolls through her when I curl inside. Her sweet pussy clenching around the digit as I explore her walls, searching for the spot that she'll beg to have me touch. That pushes her over the edge.

She rides my hand as my palm caresses her throbbing clit. Her arousal dripping between my fingers that I can't wait to taste. I'm a sick bastard to love the disappointment clouding her face when I stop. As if I'm not going keep the pleasure going. To give her everything she wants.

Her tits jerk upward when I add another finger. Even after a few seconds she remains stiff. Fucking shit, I'm hurting her. I slide them out. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." She blows out a deep breath and finally looks up. No hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "Please...please keep going."

Fucking killing me to cause her pain. So I switch to loving her with my tongue, attempting to relax her again. I have to keep my hand on her stomach to keep her from flying off the bed. Fuck me. Her juices are as sweet as I remember. With her pussy quivering under my mouth. I lap her dry until her lips are drenched again. Flooded with the orgasm from my teeth grazing her puckered nub.

Tiny hands coil around my ears holding me in place. Not fucking necessary. I nip at her soft folds. "I'm not going anywhere."

I blow on her sweet pussy before I suck in her clit again. A single finger gliding in and out, matching the rhythm of her rocking hips. Searching for release. Hoping I'll find her pleasure spot. She cries out when I press harder against her core. Convulsions racking her body.

I smile against her wetness. Coming into my mouth like melted ice cream. My angel really is made of sugar.

While she floats down, I kiss her thighs, nibbling behind her knees, and sucking on her delicate ankle bones. The hint of splashed champagne still floating on her silky skin. Definitely a night to celebrate.

"If you smell my feet, I'm kicking you out of the bed."

Oh fuck. It's on now. I crawl up her body and pounce on her, catching a glimpse of her giggling expression before I sweep my tongue between her lips. Letting her taste herself on my mouth. She wraps her legs and arms around me, clinging to me in my ferocity as I grind against her. The tip of my rock hard cock sweeping across her mound.

I force myself to break the kiss. But she grasps me tighter. Nails digging into my shoulders. Wanting me inside her. Planking over her, I have to see her eyes. Her face welcoming me before I can make love to her completely. I could fucking drown in the love floating in her gaze. Dive deep and let her essence envelope me in absolute bliss as I sink to my death. I pepper her with gentle kisses, contrasting with her squirming up and down on me. Telling me she's ready. Confirming I'm the one to take her.

Just when she thinks I'm not going to do anything, I push inside her. A sharp gasp pierces the air as I break through her resistance. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest knowing that no other man has been inside my angel. Or ever will be.

Mine.

Always fucking mine.

I still, letting her adjust to me if that's even fucking possible, and shove my mouth against her ear. She trembles underneath me, heavy breaths tickling my hair. Trying to ride out the pain. "I love you Molly. You're going to be my wife. I'm going to fill your belly with my babies so every other jealous motherfucker who wants you knows I've been here and they never will. Only me."

Fingertips clench my scalp, tugging my hair, but I'm not finished yet. One more thing she needs to understand. "If any bastard ever tries to touch you again, I will fucking kill him. You are mine. You belong to me."

Her sweet body responds to my words, hips lifting to meet mine. But I take it slow. Small thrusts that feel like I'm battling through quicksand with her pussy clenching so fucking tight around me. Sweat stings my back resisting every instinct to drive deeper and harder. The first time I’ve ever fucked without a condom, knowing that I’m absolutely clean from the tests I was forced to take after Rachael’s death.

My gut twists at the memory. But I push all that fucking bullshit out my head and focus on Molly. My angel. My fucking world now. So fucking amazing to feel her sweet heaven totally engulf my cock and my heart.

I reach between us and stroke the last few inches of my dick that won't fit inside her delicate body. Feeling the moisture sliding over the slick skin. When I pull my hand up, it's just what I expect. She meets my gaze, her chest heaving with expectation. Shame lines her forehead from the red covering my fingers. Before she can speak, I rub her blood on my chest, marking my pounding heart. "You give yourself to me - the fucking greatest gift I could ever receive."

She nods, and bites her quivering lip. I reach over and dig through my shit strewn across the nightstand from when we checked in. Panic flashes across her face when I pick up my knife. "Never you angel. You don't ever fucking have to worry about that."

She flinches when I flip out the blade and shakes her head. Horror widening her huge blue eyes. She grabs my wrist. "No, don't do it."

No match for my strength, I actually welcome her touch on my blazing skin. I lift my arm and together we slowly slice through the tat hidden under her essence. A line of crimson fills the gorge, my blood seeping into hers. Mixed and unable to separate. Just like us. "I belong to you now too."

"Yes."

All the worry fades away, and I toss my weapon onto the carpet. Threading my hands back through her silky hair, I thrust again. She answers without hesitation, slow but unwavering. Tilting her head back from the pressure of my fist yanking the long strands, she moans for the first time as I kiss down her slender throat. Entangling her softness with my hardness.

I can't hold back. Pumping into her again and again. Overcome with a primal urge I can't even comprehend. Wired in my genes to drive deep and hard without stopping. No doubt or fear. Just me making her mine.

I’m not going to last much longer. Not with this beauty clutching me to her pulsing body. Breathless mews of pleasure pushing me to the edge. I know she’s ready too. “Come with me angel.”

“I-I’m not on the pill or anything.”

Fucking perfect. “You don’t need to be. I've got you.”

With my approval, she spasms against me, crying out my name. In return, I explode inside her, coming harder than I ever have before. My entire body flexes, every coiled muscle, every pump of my heart, every drop of blood in my veins directed to forcing my seed as far into her as possible. Wracking my body to utter exhaustion. "Damn, I fucking love you."

She finds my mouth, sucking in my tongue while we both ride out the waves. Salty bitterness on my lips from her own emotional release. Fuck me for making her cry.

"I love you too."

Dropping to my shoulder, I roll her with me. Caging her in with my arms and my cock. Holding her tight while her breathing returns to normal. She's not fucking going anywhere.

Feather light touches trail over my back while gentle kisses press against our dried blood on my chest. Coupled just like we are. No beginning or end.

"Did you mean what you said?"

I know exactly what she asks. Worried that I made a bunch of empty promises just because my dick was inside her. "Yeah, baby girl. Every fucking word."

She snuggles closer, a sleepy smile gracing her delicate face. Sated physically and mentally. And for the first time ever, so am I.