I forced myself to retreat a step. “Back on the bed, baby.” I’d had to stop, had to gently push her off me so I could control myself, so I didn’t end the night before it fully began. But now I had to have her. No more fucking around. I wanted to feel her tight virgin pussy squeezing my cock. I wanted to see the way her face morphed into pleasure as she came for me, calling out my name. I wanted her to say she was mine, only mine, while my big, thick cock was shoved deep inside of her.

“Get on the bed for me, Claire.” I was barely hanging on as it was.

Go slow. Be gentle with her.

I told myself that over and over again, but the truth was I didn’t know if I could be. I didn’t know if I could hold back the beast deep within me. Once she was back on the bed, I said, “Lie down for me.” I needed her to listen to me, to do my bidding. “Spread for me. Let me see all of you. Let me see what I’ll be owning tonight.”

I couldn’t help but take in every inch of her, every line, every gentle curve. Her belly was flat, her thighs perfectly filled. And her pussy, fuck, I couldn’t even stop the groan that spilled from me at the sight of her cunt.

I reached for my dick again, stroking myself as I stared at her, needing her like I needed to breathe. I hadn’t so much as touched one sexually since I started my mission of helping the females off the auction block. And that was a long fucking time to go without companionship.

I was by her seconds later. I was on top of her a second after that. I had my mouth on her neck, and used my lower half to nudge her thighs open so I could wedge myself between them. I felt her slick folds surround my cock, and I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her.

Shit, I could get off from this.

“Move against me, baby,” I said, letting my lips brush along hers as I spoke. And then she started moving under me, both of us working together like a finely tuned machine. It was perfection. I closed my eyes and groaned. “How does it feel?” I managed to say, my voice hoarse.

“Yes, that feels so good,” she mewled. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.

I was one possessive fucker where Claire was concerned. She was mine. I slipped my finger down her cleft, teasing her clit. And then I ran the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. She writhed beneath me.

I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I had my face right in front of her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs spread for me. I was drunk off the scent of her, the flavor that was Claire. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.

“Xavier.” She whispered my name. It was full of need.

“Let me make you feel good, even better.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I want you,” she whispered. I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft. I had my hand on her belly, holding her in place as I ate her out. Her flavor exploded along my tongue. She was sweet yet musky. Claire was mine.

I became a beast then, gripping her thighs tightly, digging my fingertips into her flesh, and knowing there would be bruises in the morning. The silky-smooth feeling of her pussy along my tongue could have had me coming right then and there, letting my seed go right across the sheets. But I controlled myself, paced myself. I needed to feel her come for me.

Over and over I licked and sucked on her, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue and lips were numb. I started dry humping the bed, not able to help myself. Over and over I did this, rolling my hips, fucking the bed like I wanted to do with Claire.

When I felt her body tense and knew she was coming, I sucked her clit and rode out the orgasm with her. She had her hands in my hair, pulling at the strands. I gave her pussy one more long swipe when she relaxed on the bed, when I knew she was content.

I moved up her body. My dick was pressed between her slick folds. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, wanting my cock buried in her pussy so fucking badly. Claire dug her nails into my skin, pulling me closer, begging me silently. She opened her mouth, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.

She panted against my mouth and spread her legs wider. I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her, gathering her wetness, making me a fiend for her even more.

“Spread wider for me, Claire.” I barely got those words out. I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her, looking down at her pussy. She was so fucking pretty between her legs, pink and so wet for me from her arousal. “Fuck.” My throat tightened. It was all for me. She was all for me. I needed to be inside of her before I came all over her pretty body. I grabbed my cock and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so fucking good, and looked even better.

“Tell me you’re mine, that it’ll always be that way.”

Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted. “I’m yours.”

“You want to be mine only. Isn’t that right, baby?”

She nodded.

And then in one swift move I buried my dick in her wet, tight virgin pussy. She gasped, her pain clear. I cupped the side of her cheek and stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I groaned, my jaw tight, my pulse racing.

She had her arms around my neck, her nails pricking my skin. I hissed, loving the pain. It brought my pleasure higher.

I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself when all I wanted to do was pound the fuck out of her. I felt how wet she’d become for me, and heard her breathing change. She was right here with me. I really fucked her then.

In and out.

Sweat started to coat my skin, my heart raced, and my balls were drawn up tight. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to last forever. I pushed in deep.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice slightly broken up by her pleasure.

I stared into her face, watching the display of what she felt moving across it. I pushed into her once more and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract. I could feel the clench and release of her inner muscles around me, her pussy milking me for my cum.

“I’m going to get off.” I gritted my teeth, the words no more than a harsh whisper.

I reached between us, needing her to climax for me once more, needing her to show me how good she felt. I started rubbing her clit.

Back and forth.

Harder. Faster.

I felt her tense beneath me, and then she was tossing her head back, her neck straining, this low cry leaving her. The fact that she was coming for me, that I could see that ecstasy written across her face, had my self-control slipping.

Only when she relaxed did I slow my actions.

“Don’t stop, Xavier. Never stop,” she whispered.

“Never.”

And then I started to really pump in and out of her, filling her up with my cock, making her mine. Fuck, I couldn’t control myself.

“You feel so fucking good.” And then I felt my orgasm rise. Just before I came inside of her, filling her up with my cum, I pulled out. I grabbed my cock and stroked my hand over my length, my balls drawn up, my need violent. The pleasure consumed me, took over until I was its slave. I breathed out slowly as my orgasm washed through me.

Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. I felt like a dirty bastard as I watched my cum spill from the tip of my cock and cover her belly. Watching that made my pleasure skyrocket, had me gasping for breath, my high increasing.

When I was sated, I sagged and breathed out, my chest rising and falling harshly, sweat covering my body. I couldn’t help but stare at her and what I’d done to her. Possessiveness and a feeling of being territorial when it came to Claire washed through me. I lifted my gaze to her face. “I want you as mine, Claire. Always.” I wasn’t going to apologize for saying the words, for knowing they sounded brutish, demanding. She was mine whether she really understood that or not.

“I want that.” The way she said it, and her expression, told me hearing those words come out of her mouth shocked her a little.

Pride and pleasure slammed into me, and I couldn’t help the sound of raw need that came from me. It was territorial. “Good, because you’re mine. I couldn’t let you go even if I wanted to. Having you in my life has changed me, made me feel alive.” Sappy words, maybe, for a man like me to say, but they were true, and I didn’t want to pretend or hide how I felt. I wanted Claire to know that to me she was the world, and I’d move heaven and earth just to make sure she was happy.

* * *

I was exhausted, so tired I didn’t even know if I could have lifted my arms or legs. But I liked that. A smile covered my face, one that was content, sated, and that wouldn’t leave. For hours Xavier and I had been in this bed, our limbs tangled together, our bodies sweaty from making love. Although it hadn’t been slow and gentle, sweet and romantic that whole time. It had been fast and frantic, hard and passionate. I liked it all ways with Xavier. He knew how to touch me to make me go off like a bomb.

He’d made me climax more times than I could even count. And still I knew I’d never get enough.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick with the arousal we’d just shared.

“Yes,” I whispered, even my throat too tired to work properly. I felt this incredible sensation that encompassed every inch of me. I shifted so I could look into his face. The silence stretched on for long seconds. “What happens now?” I was tense after asking that, not sure exactly what would happen.

He was silent for a long while, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I could see he was trying to think carefully, figure out what he was going to actually say, perhaps. But he kept me close, so close I didn’t need a blanket to keep me warm. His body was enough.

“We start our lives together, if that’s what you want.” He pulled back and looked at me. “Because I want that, Claire. I want that really fucking badly.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “I want that, Xavier.” And I did. How strange that in such a short amount of time I could find myself so consumed by this man, my savior and my future. He’d rescued me from a fate, a future worse than death. He made me realize I was strong in my own right, that the fear I let wash through me could be controlled, shaped into what I wanted.

I realized because I was with him, that deep within me I had power. I had strength that could overcome anything that was in my way. I’d just needed that nudge, that push in the right direction to realize that I wasn’t alone in this fucked-up world.

I was whole because of the man in my arms, and God, it felt so good.