My sweetness.

I don’t know if I can take this much longer.

She standing in front of me in just her panties, he white lace bra thrown to the floor.

The panties suit her. I want her in my bed in some filthy black lace, making her pure skin fucking glow in the dim moonlight, but her plain white slightly lacey panties suit her for now.

She had no idea she was going to fuck today. She had no idea I would find her today.

That she’d find me.

“My sweetness,” I say, pushing her blonde hair away from her face, “beg me.”

Her skin flushes as she looks up into my eyes, licking her lips.

The she turns around, and presses her ass out against my hard cock

Fuck.

“Like that?” she breathes sweetly.

“You are so perfect,” I groan as she grinds her pretty little ass against my full, dripping cock. “Just like that.”

The way her flesh dips in at her waist and then flares out at her hips, the dip in the small of her back, and then the swell of her ass against me has my cock raging like it hasn’t before.

And not just in the past two years. Not just in the two wasted years I have spent here alone in my mountain made of money and wrapped up tight with barbed wire and stone and ice.

Ever.

“Take off your panties, love,” I say, wrapping one arm around her, pressing my fingers down past the waistband of her underwear, my other hand lacing through her hair and gathering it up in my fist. “Take them off now.”

I feel her body tense up with want and then melt as she gasps, her fingers lightly grasping the edge of her panties, and then her ass wiggling as they fall down her milky white thighs.

“Show yourself to me,” I grind the words out against the hot air between us. I can smell her desire coming off her skin, and she bends over slightly, spreading her legs apart, my fingers still fisted through her hair, until I can see her perfect, untouched pink pussy appear between her thighs.

“Like this?” she breathes, asking compliantly, so tenderly, so sweetly.

“Yeah, baby. Like that.”

I spin her around and kiss her, taking her into my arms and claiming her lips with mine.

Valoria. Brave. Beautiful. And perfect.

“I’m going to make you feel so damn good,” I growl, kissing her hair, pulling my lips against her ear. Goosebumps plump up on her upper arm, and my fingers glide up to her neck, pulling her closer. “You don’t have to leave. There is a place here for you. I have been alone for so long. And I could fucking kill the man who tried to hurt you. The boy who tried to hurt you. But that won’t ever happen again. And you will stay here with me and you will never want for anything. You will never be alone on Valentine’s Day again. You will never be alone again. You will never be lost again”

She pulls away from me, looking up, her blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“But I’m not alone,” she says softly, with a lost hopefulness in her eyes. “I’m not lost. I’m here. I’m...yours.”

I lift her up and pin her against the wall, and she sweetly wraps her legs around my waist. She can feel my hardness against her soaking wet seam, but I do not break forward through her. I don’t enter her. Not yet.

“Baby, I am going to make you feel like a princess.”

She smiles at me, our lips nearly touching, and her lips pull softly against her cheeks, pulling up at the corners, in the most real expression of pure happiness I have ever seen.

I kiss her, carrying her to the bedroom, where I will take her for the first time. Where I will claim her, take her, make her mine. Make her feel good and whole and pure and dirty. And where she’ll want me and crave me, but never want and never need.

She’ll beg and moan, and I’ll give her everything.

Everything.

And I will leave no part of her untouched, unsatisfied. Inside and out.

Because my heart is alive now.

For two years I shut myself out. I closed up my heart. I shut it down.

She has opened it up.

I’ve wanted her for a year. It’s been a year too long. I thought she was too good for me, too perfect and pure.

And she is. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Because now that I’ve saved her and taken her, neither of us can let go.

I can feel it. She can feel it.

I carry her into my bedroom easily, my muscles moving and the memory of the floorboards beneath my feet guiding me. I don’t need to look where I’m going. I only need to see her to know where I’m going.

When we get to the bedroom, I lay her down softly on top of the bed, the plush white linens and blankets giving way to her perfect skin, her curves, her form, like she belongs here.

And I climb on top of her, and she sits up to meet my lips as I put my hand behind her head, the soft waves of her hair parting between my fingers. I tug a little and she moans into my mouth, the sweet sounds filling the room, my ears, my heart.

“Valoria, my love. Do you see what you do to me?”

I reach down and stroke my cock, the fullness in my hand surprising me.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”

“Open up for me.”

She falls back against her elbows and spreads her legs just for me, showing me all of her.

She is so fresh, and pink, untouched and pure. And I am about to make her my dirty, my one and only.

I push the head of my cock against her clit, riding the soaking wet nectar between her legs, her sticky sweetness coating my full length.

“Oh god,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering shut against her precious skin, her eyebrows knitting in the center. Her mouth pops open in a lewd expression of desire. I have made her dizzy for me.

And my body is on fire for hers.

“Please do it,” she moans, begging me to fill up her tight little cunt with my cock. She wants her pink pussy lips to spread around me as I stretch her tight, making her pussy open farther than she thinks it can. “Please.”

“Show me,” I growl my command.