I’d envisioned this moment more times than I’d care to even admit. As hard as I was for Lily right now, as much as I wanted to fuck her, claim her as mine, make her see we belonged together, a part of me felt…fear. Never in my life had I felt such consuming worry until she’d been threatened, and again at this very moment.

But I’d never deny her anything, not one fucking thing.

“What do you want?” I asked slowly, my voice low. “Tell me what you want.” I needed to hear her admit she wanted this, that she wanted me. I needed to hear her say she loved me again and again, as if a record had broken and it was all I could understand, all I could comprehend.

Right now I was gone from the need to have her in every way, to make her feel good, to make her mine. I inhaled deeply, taking in the very scent of her, the very essence. “Tell me, baby.”

“I want you. I want this.” She looked into my eyes. “I love you, Brock.”

This animalistic sound came from me on its own. I lowered my gaze, watched as her chest rose and fell fast, her breathing increased, her emotions right there at the surface. I was good at picking out the little things, the subtle changes in someone. Maybe it was my training in the military, or maybe when it came to Lily, she made everything more real?

I lifted my gaze and stared at her face. Her pupils were dilated. I knew she was ready for me, her body primed to take what only I could give. I lowered my hand, slid my fingers along her collarbone, along the shirt she wore, and stopped when I got to the hem where her breasts rose over the top.

The anticipation and excitement of what I was about to do raced through my veins. I needed this so damn badly I could taste it, feel it.

I curled my fingers along the hem of the shirt and slowly started to pull it down, exposing her breast, which wasn’t confined by a bra.

“So fucking gorgeous,” I groaned. “You’re shivering.”

“I want you, Brock,” she said on a whisper.

I leaned in close so my mouth was right by hers. “You sure about this?”

She nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I want this. I need this now.”

“Bedroom?” she said softly, but I couldn’t wait, couldn’t handle stopping this to take her to the bedroom.

“Take them off.” I lowered my gaze to her sweatpants. “Get naked for me.”

She stood, and for a second I thought she would deny me, stop this. I would have respected that, but fuck, I needed this. She started removing her shirt, and my breath froze in my lungs, my body stilling as I watched. When the material was at her feet, she pushed her sweats down. I groaned. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Motherfucker.

And then she was naked in front of me. “Brock,” she whispered.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. Fuck, hearing her say my name did all kinds of things to me, made me want to drop to my knees and worship the very ground she walked on.

I want to be the one who makes her dreams a reality.

After tonight, after I claimed her, I’d be the only one to know how her pussy felt, how tight and hot she really was. I’d be the only one to know what she sounded like, looked like when she came.

She’d always be mine.

I reached out and pulled her closer, my hands spanning her hips, her skin soft to the touch. She felt warm, silky. I leaned down and closed my eyes, smelling her, running the tip of my nose along one of her thighs, moving closer to her pussy, close to the trimmed hair that covered her mound.

And then I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting the sweetness that spilled from her. I could have gotten drunk from her flavor alone, needing more of her, so much more.

She shivered for me and made the sweetest fucking noise. Lily was mine. No matter what.

The sound speared right to my dick and had my balls drawing up. I lifted her leg so it was draped over my shoulder, her hands on my head, her fingers tunneled in my hair. I ate her out, licking, sucking, and nipping at her sweet, peachy flesh. She was shaking, making little mewls for more, these little sounds for me to stop but also to give it to her harder, to make her come.

I pulled away before she got off, and as much as I wanted her surrender, the first time she came, I’d have my cock buried deep within her. I wanted to push into her, feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me. I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that it slipped from the tight, hot confines of her body.

I gave her pussy one last lick before I stood and stripped out of my clothes. I needed to be as naked as she was. When I slid my hand along her outer thigh, she reached up and grabbed on to my biceps. While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist, her hot, wet pussy right at my cock, her silkiness spreading along my shaft.

I moved my hand to cup her perfectly rounded ass. Because I was a fiend in this moment, I ground myself against her, let her feel how hard I was, how much I wanted inside of her. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her, from plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth like I’d be doing with my cock between her thighs here shortly.

It had been years since I’d had sex, years of me being too busy with work, with the military. And then when I knew I wanted Lily as mine, I wasn’t interested in any other females. She was it for me.

I wanted to memorize every single inch of her. There wouldn’t be any part of her that I didn’t own when I was finished with her. I moved my hand between our bodies until I could feel her soaking wet pussy again. My whole body was tight, the need to just take her right here and now riding me hard.

When this was all said and done, she’d know exactly where she belonged, exactly who she belonged with.