“That motherfucker,” I grunt as I slam the car door closed behind us.

I look over to Blakely who is taking a few bobby pins out of her hair that’s falling after being thrown over my shoulder. I don’t know what came over me, but all my control snapped. I watch as she smooths down her silky brown hair and I ache to reach for her. I clench my fists and the fear I only ever have when it comes to her keeps me from doing it.

What if my need for her is too much and she recoils from my touch? The thought alone knocks the air right out of my lungs. She doesn't look over at me as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking right now. Normally I’m good at predicting the outcomes of things, but right now I’m at a loss. I try to calm myself by taking a deep breath and reminding myself that I won’t let her go. No matter how pissed or hurt she is I’ll fix this and make her love me again, or I’ll die trying. I can’t bear her not wanting to be with me because she thinks that I took her over some shitty deal her father tried to offer me.

“Blakely,” I say gently, and she turns to face me and her cool blue eyes meet mine.

“Stop calling me that.” She looks away and stares out the window. I reach for her small hand, engulfing it with mine and she doesn't pull away.

“Dream girl,” I say as I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it.

When she faces me again her eyes are filled with tears. I can’t take it and pull her into my lap and wrap myself around her. I want to shield her from the hurt of her family and the disappointment that they’d treat her this way, but I can’t.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her as she buries her face into my neck. My heart pounds in my chest as I run my hands up and down her back.

“She would have liked you,” she says after a few minutes of silence and I know she’s talking about her mom.

“I think I would have liked her, too. I have a feeling she was a lot like the girl you keep hidden away. The one that only comes out when she’s with me.” She leans back to look at me, and I cup her cheek. I hate seeing the tear tracks on them, but right now I need to give her what she needs.

“I wanted to fit in.”

“You do fit in,” I tell her as I tuck her hair behind her ear. “You fit me like a missing piece I didn't know I needed. You’re perfect, and right where you belong.”

“You say the sweetest stuff.” Her lip pouts a little, and I lean down to kiss her.

“No, I’m honest,” I tell her as I kiss her again. “You are more than enough, and anyone who doesn’t see how special you are is fucking blind.”

“That’s why she’d like you. You make me come alive inside, and I love who I am when I’m with you.” She shrugs. “I think I’ve gotten lost at some point, but there you are, finding me again.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world and I’m not going anywhere.” I lean forward and press my forehead to hers. “I’m never letting you go.” She gives me a half smile and some of the tension leaves me. “Just let me be with you while you rediscover who you are.”

It won’t take her long to figure out what’s in her heart. She’s spent so long trying to be what everyone expects her be, but I’ve seen the real woman inside her. She lingers right below the surface and she only needs to let go to realize that herself.

“Make me forget about tonight.” Her eyes are pleading, and I know what she needs.

I nod just as the car pulls up to our building. She wraps herself around me, and I carry her inside as the doorman turns his head pretending not to see us.

I’m desperate for her, and the words John said are echoing in the back of my mind. Thoughts of Blakley being taken away from me or that someone could sabotage our marriage enrage me and make me want to show the world she’s mine. Her grip on me tightens as I walk into our home and she begins to rub her body against mine. My desire for her spiked the second she walked out in that red dress and after tonight I need her to be my outlet.

“I can’t wait,” I say as the door to our home closes behind me. “I won’t make it to the bed.”

I set her on the island in the kitchen and move between her legs. I kiss my way down her neck and pull the strap of roses off her shoulder and kiss here there, too. She leans back and I hear her gasp when I tug down the material of the dress to reveal her nipple. I lick across it before I suck it into my mouth. The hard peak is silk on my tongue and I push her legs open wider as I move to her other nipple.

I want to be everywhere on her at once and I can’t concentrate. I need to focus, but after tonight I just want to fucking devour her.

“Lie back,” I say as I knock over the basket of fruit behind her and whatever else was there.

She does as I ask and I kneel down between her legs and yank her ass to the edge. She moans loudly as my tongue finds her clit and her fingers dig in my hair. The taste of her pussy is like eating my favorite meal hot and ready whenever I want it. It’s familiar and comforting and I can’t ever get full.

“Fucking perfect,” I whisper against her lips before I suck on one and then the other.

I slide two fingers inside her and curl them up to rub that sweet spot I know she loves. When she raises her hips and cries out, I know I’ve found it and I smile as I tongue her clit.

“I love you so much,” she moans.

“I love you, too, dream girl.” I spell out her name with my tongue and then mine after it.

Her body tenses and she grips the edge of the island and I don’t stop. She grits her teeth and I give her exactly what she wants just as she falls over the edge and climaxes into my mouth. I drink down her sweetness and drag it out of her for as long as I can.

When she’s lifeless on the island I stand up and pull my cock out. I slide into her slick pussy and start thrusting fast. I’m desperate to get off as she lies there spent from her climax. I don’t need her to move at all, because she’s already done all the work to get me to this point.

I watch her perfect tits move as I fuck her and I’m already leaking cum. I’m too turned on to pretend I’m not going to go off, but I want her to cum one more time while I’m in her.

Leaning back I stroke my thumb across her clit as I watch my cock disappear inside her pussy. She’s wet and so pink she looks like soft serve. I want to lick her again, but my cock is aching, and if I pull out now I might die.

She moans and her fingers join mine as we both rub her pussy to get her off. It’s sexy as fuck when she gives in to what she wants and my little perfect girl becomes a sexual goddess.

“Harder,” she whispers, but I hear it as if she’s yelled it at me.

I grunt and thrust forward, slamming into the island and forcing myself not to cum. She rubs her pussy faster and my cock sinks into her over and over. Her perfect tits bounce and I watch fixated as every cell in her body calls to me.

Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed as she’s lost in the passion. I’m thinking of all the ways I want to fuck her and every part of her I want to lick as my cock grows and becomes harder. How does she keep doing this to me? Every day I need her more than the last and somehow she understands that. She’s too good for me, but I’ll never let her go.

As if she’s reading my mind her body bends to my will and her climax hits. She cries out my name and it bounces off the walls of the kitchen. I keep thrusting as my own is triggered and thick waves of cum shoot out of me to fill her up. I can feel my cock lengthening to get it deeper inside her and she wiggles down on it so that she can take every inch. Our combined release is at the base of my cock and I rub it on her clit as the last of her orgasm quakes through her body.

It’s quick and intense, but that’s how we are.

Gently, I sit her up and hold her against my chest as I carry her to our bedroom while I stay inside her. I’m not ready to leave her warmth and I’m far from finished with fucking her dark clouds away.

“I love you,” I say, my cock heavy between my legs, and I move in and out of her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads and closes her eyes once again, reaching for me.