I take my woman to bed for the first time in two months.

For the first time as my fiancé.

I admire her gorgeous body, as she takes deep, full breaths, her swollen breasts pressing against her top. All I want to do is rip that blouse free and watch them hang over my face. If I have to tie her down and make her my love slave to make up for lost time, so be it. I’ll never let her go to that apartment again, except to pick up her things. From now on, she’ll stay with me. She’s my woman.

Alana’s stayed in this room a few times with me before, but never the whole night, now I can’t wait to snuggle and sleep with her in addition to fucking her brains out. It used to be Evie’s room but became my room after she died, and now it’s ours. Something deep and feral stirs in my gut, though. I want us to have a place of our own. I want so badly to give into this need for a new place, relinquish this control I’ve kept over myself for too long.

Give in, my mind tells me, the same mind that’s kept me away from happiness all my life. Now it wants me to win, take what’s mine, make my own destiny, build my future with this woman before me. My dreams, finally coming true. Alana’s in my arms, Liam’s home and asleep, and now my life has a purpose—a real purpose. I used to work for money and status. Now I have real reasons to live, and this is what life is for.

Took long enough, but I finally got my shit together and made things right.

Taking her into my arms, I kiss her deep and long, trying to convey everything I feel for her in one embrace, knowing it’s impossible. It’s going to take a lifetime to show her. She moans low in her throat and bends her body into mine, literally trying to meld as one. We’re connected, we were always meant to be. I was just too stupid to see it.

I kiss her harder, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing those fucking beautiful tits against me. Such a perfect woman. I lift the blouse up over her head, unhook the bra, then slide down to take those breasts into my hands, playing and squeezing the nipples. Rosy, soft, and one day, will give milk to my children. But for now, they’re mine, ripe and full. My cock is so hard, I want to take her right now but I kiss her again, lick the seam of her lips, nudge them open, and elicit a small groan from her. I can’t get enough of her taste or her body, and my hands can’t seem to stop exploring all of her.

She’s more than enough and not enough all at the same time. She’s the end of my story but the beginning of a new one. A new story for a new man. I’ll be eternally grateful.

“I want you, Kase. Fuck me, make love to me, do whatever you feel…”

My heart soars hearing her say those words.

I thought I’d lost her. I thought for sure I’d waited too long, but she accepted me back. Nothing will humble a man as much as a woman who you don’t deserve loving you. She kisses and licks my neck, and my desire grows harder, faster. Her hair splays out along the bed like tendrils of gold. God, I love her hair, her body, her desire for me. She sits up and slides off her work skirt—she looks so pretty working for this banking company, a very sexy professional, the kind that would have me fantasizing all day long if I didn’t know her. If all those people wouldn’t have been there, I so would’ve fucked her in that cubicle. We’ll have to revisit it one day.

If she stays with the company.

Because she doesn’t have to. Though I don’t work for Newfound anymore, I have millions of ideas for a new company to start, and it won’t take long. Just like I built Roper’s empire for him with Evie, I’ll build my own again. She won’t have to work another day in her life. I’ll work for her, though knowing Alana, like me, she would take the trains instead of the Bentley. She’d work for the enjoyment instead of playing the part of kept woman.

I’m fine either way. I just want her to be happy.

I watch her get naked, drink her in, captivated by every inch of her lovely skin being revealed. Clearly, she’s tormenting me and loves it. “Fucking beautiful,” I tell her, gripping her thighs tightly. “Keep going.”

“Yes, Mr. Hardwin.”

“Oof. You’re killing me.” I pick her up and slide her up along the bed on her back, latching onto her luscious tits, swirling my tongue around each nipple until I hear groaning with need. I love how responsive she is, how she throws herself into sex like she does everything else in life.

I enjoy every second of sucking on her tits until I’ve got her begging me in a breathy voice. “Please, Kase. Fuck me.”

“All in good time,” I tell her, sucking and licking and nipping, wondering how I ever managed to let her go. Underneath, she writhes and grasps, driving me into a frenzy of lust. Straddling me, her dark golden hair spills over her shoulders, and I know right then that she’s my goddess.

Hand chosen for me.

My angel of love. And healing. She’ll heal my heart, I know she will.

Grinning like she’s got me where she wants me, she leans down to kiss my chest, and when she pulls up, I see her hand sliding into her cleft, tickling and working up her clit. “Did you think of me while we were apart?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her hair.

“Every damn day.”

“Did you touch yourself like you did that first night you were here?”

“Every damn day.”

I smile but feel sad at the same time. Though I tried to masturbate in her absence, I couldn’t. Everything reminded me of her, and using porn was only a huge bust. Every thought was about her body, her face, and before I knew it, I felt too depressed to feel good. I’m glad she could, though. “I missed you, Alana.”

“I missed you more. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

My smile takes up my whole face, but I moan when her fingers rake down my naked stomach, ripples of sensation traveling through my body. My cock twitches for attention. It wants to seek and bury itself in her soft body, and she knows it. But she wants to tease me even longer, so she slides down the length of my body, kissing every inch as she goes. My brain feels like it’s going to explode. All I wanted was to come home and fuck her hard, get it out of the way, bring it home.

But this is better, as agonizing as that is.

She kisses my belly button and drags her chin lower. “Oh, God, put me in your mouth already, please.”

“Yes, sir. Happy to please, sir,” she says with a naughty smile.

“God, I love you.”

And calling her God isn’t too far from the truth. Sex and love is the closest thing I’ll ever feel to God, especially when she swallows me in and my moans fill the room. No holding back, no worries about how much control I have. I’ve relinquished it all to this woman, and she knows it. She knows I’m completely hers.

After sucking me off for a minute, putting me into a state of oblivion, she slides up and rubs her naked pussy on my cock, getting me all worked up even further. If she keeps that up, I’ll come right here. I’ll come all over her, and she’ll wonder why she ever got involved with such a loser teen boy.

Rubbing her clit with my thumb, her breaths sharpen and nipples harden under my touch. I have to have her now. I can smell her musky desire, which only turns me on more. She shifts on top of me, restless, dips a finger between her swollen pussy lips and coats her fingers with her juices. Then, like the little slut I love, she feeds me her fingers.

“Oh, yeah…” I suck on them, lapping up every drop of my gorgeous angel, stroking my cock, unable to resist touching myself, brushing my thumb over the sensitive head, and waiting while she positions herself over me.

Where did this beauty come from? How did I get so lucky?

Taking her by the hips, I ease her onto me, as I fill her so completely, her mouth opens and I feel a wholehearted completeness come over me.

“So full of your cock, Kase.”

“Yes, baby, full of my love.” It’s the first time I call her baby and that’s how she feels, like my treasure, my jewel to care for, my woman to please. Pulling out, I slowly thrust back inside of her tight sheath, starting a steady rhythm. She tightly cinches her legs against my sides, as I grit my teeth and totally take in the pleasure.

So tight and wet, so fucking unbearable.

The way she looks at me, touches me, the way her pussy clenches around my cock every time I thrust inside of her soft, womanly body, every movement pushing me higher toward my own climax and her own as well. She rubs her clit as she dances over me, taking herself on a ride with my cock as the joystick, filling her core so deep.

She’s woman at her full potential—scintillating, powerful, and fertile.

My balls pull into me, as they prepare for release. Alana can sense me getting closer, and her body responds with a pink flush climbing up her stomach like vines. “Fuck me harder, Kase. Make me yours, make me yours, love…” Though I want to sit up and turn her around to fuck her from behind, she’s so close, so I wait. Finally, after a few more grinds, she pulls herself together, her body tight and coiled, and moans out loud.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby. I love you, Alana.”

Wave after wave hits her, her nipples stiffen into hard peaks, and I wait patiently for her to come down from her high. Once she floats back to earth, I spin her around, push her into the bed, stomach down, and revel in the view. She’s flat and face down. I love the submissive position and knowing I’m going to fuck her while she’s pinned down.

Filling her pussy all the way to my cock’s hilt, I hold it there and shudder. Then, sliding out, I slam her hard once, pull out then ream her again. With each thrust, she shudders and mewls, driving me to do it again. And again. Her ass cheeks shake with each thrust from the impact, and I love feeling myself buried deep inside her, becoming one with her. With my chest rubbing her back, I lean close and tug on her hair, kissing her ear, tugging on her lobe with my teeth. “You’re mine. My soon-to-be wife. Whatever you need, you come to me.”

“I’ll come to you, my husband,” she says.

And that’s it.

That’s all I need. Just knowing I’m her man and no one else will ever enter this temple of beauty, goodness, and fertility pushes me over the edge. I spill my seed deep into her cunt, pumping and pumping my love into her, planting and securing my future. “My wife to be, my love.” My orgasm fills my brain, overcomes my body, and gives Alana full control over me.

I am hers.

I curl into her and spoon her, kissing her neck, and wrap my arms around her. This woman tolerated me, believed in me, then saved me from my own doubt. My demons and shadows. Because of her, I have another chance at life. She deserves everything. I can’t help but wonder if my mother sent her down to take care of me. Or maybe Evie hand-picked her from the skies, connected the dots, and made things happen in heaven like she made things happen on earth. Either way, I am blessed. And because of Alana, I am, finally, for the first time since I was a child, whole again.