Page 109 of Twisted Proposal

More than anything. But I couldn't tell her, not with words.

If I just said them, she wouldn't believe me.

Hell, I hardly believed it.

I hadn't known I was capable of this kind of affection.

Or worse, she would, and it would make her want to run that much more.

I needed her to want me, not to run from me, and I did my best to pour that into every single touch, every single kiss.

"Princess," I whispered as I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

"Artem?" she asked. "Why me?"

"Because I saw you and saw the fire you had. I saw your strength, and I knew you deserved everything. You deserve the world, and I want to be the man who gives it to you."

Her mouth opened and closed, appearing to be trying to find some kind of answer for that. Instead, she reached up and pulled me back down to her. Her lips were sweet, and her kiss was demanding.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

When I slipped my hand down her body, caressing her soft skin down to the waist of her pants, I broke the kiss and stood next to the bed so I could watch every single inch of her be exposed. I was gentle in sliding her pants down her thighs, her panties following.

She smiled up at me and I could only look at her in wonder. She was beyond perfect and no matter how she got here, I was the luckiest man alive for having her in my bed.

"Artem, please, I need you," she whined, bending her legs up and letting her knees fall wide.

"Those are the sweetest words I have ever heard," I said before placing a kiss on the inside of each of her knees. I moved down to her thighs, kissing back and forth slowly. I could smell her sweet desire, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did.

"Artem," she whined and tried to close her legs. I held her knees down to continue my slow torture.

Finally, when I got to her soaked core, it only took a few long, deliberate licks of my tongue over her clit to have her thighs shaking and her back arching, thrusting those beautiful tits in the air.

I sat back and watched the last rays of golden sunlight dance over her skin before stripping off my suit.

She watched me with hungry eyes, and my god, if that wasn't enough to make a man feel good.

Her little pink tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her top lip slowly, closely watching my pants drop and my heavy cock spring up against my abs.

"Do you want this, princess?"

Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she nodded.

"Tell me how."

This time she shook her head then rose from the bed and stood in front of me, close enough that my cock left a trail of pre-cum smeared on her stomach.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it close to her face, nuzzling my palm for a moment before she laced her fingers in mine and wordlessly pulled me onto the bed, over her. She kissed me again, slowly, thoroughly, and I knew what she wanted.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me as I lined our bodies up, her thighs immediately spreading and her ankles hooking behind my back.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I pushed inside of her.

She gasped and pulled my lips to hers for another kiss.

This wasn't like any other time I had taken a lover.

This wasn't as cold and professional as the women I had used to relieve stress. It wasn't transactional like the women who dated me to be seen.