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My heart riots in my rib cage as I feel myself getting wetter, my breasts heavier, my breathing coming in quicker pants. My legs part of their own accord as I relinquish all sense of control, ready to take whatever he wants to give me, ready to submit to his hot intentions.

He climbs above me, gripping his long, thick dick in one hand and he gets between my spread legs. He takes off my underwear and tosses it behind him.

“Beautiful pink pussy, all spread wide and glistening for me, your cum already dripping down your thighs because you’re so horny for me.”

He rubs his hard tip over my slit, my back arching at the electrifying sensations. “Fuck me, Steven. Put me out of my misery.”

“Fuck yes, darling. You’ll never be miserable with me.” His tip dips into my wet entrance, and we both hiss with pleasure.

I thrash my head on the pillow. “You’re too big.” He slides in a few more inches, the movement sending searing pleasure through me. More wetness seeps out of me. “Oh my God. It feels so good… I need everything.”

He groans as he pushes in like the invader he is. “You’re taking me so well, darling. Your pussy is so tight. It’s gripping me like it’s desperate for my cum.”

I pant, my breath mingling with his as he plasters his hot body on top of mine.

My legs automatically curl over his tight butt and he struggles to push the rest of himself inside me. “I-It’s because you’re the second person I’ve done this with…the first and only time being prom night in high school.”

He freezes, his face snapping up, his eyes widening at what I’m saying.

“I never felt the urge to do it with anyone…until you.”

With a growl, he slams his lips on mine again as he plunges in, his thick cock spearing me in half, the pain mixing in with a heady pleasure I can’t begin to describe.

I arch my chest up as I let out a long moan.

“That fucking doesn’t count.” His voice is hoarse as he slides out and I let out a whimper. “Let me show you how a man fucks.”

He laces our fingers together and moves his hips in a frenzied rhythm, and I shake and shudder below him, our bodies becoming one. The pain slowly fades as renewed heat gathers where we’re joined.

“Oh God, Steven. It’s so g-good,” I stammer as the pleasure builds.

With each grind of his hips on mine, his cock hits a sensitive region inside me and sparks fly. My legs shake against his back, involuntary movements out of my control. I let out a keen wail and feel more wetness seep out where we’re joined.

“You like that, huh? This pussy is mine. Only I can give it pleasure from now on.” A rough possessive edge laces his voice as his darkened eyes pin onto me, his fingers gripping mine in a death grip.

His powerful thrusts quicken, the bed frame slamming into the wall in a harsh rhythm in tune with our slapping flesh. His balls hit my ass with each swivel as he ends each pistoning with a grind, his dick dragging against my clit on the way out.

My legs shake and tremble, flames spreading over my body like wildfire, and my eyes flutter close from the onslaught of pleasure.

He hammers harder inside me and growls, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come, so you know who’s going to be fucking you for the rest of your life.” The rightness of his words causes my eyes to snap open as every cell in my body comes alive .

His eyes widen as if he’s shocked at his own words and a determined glint appears in those black pools as his lips part in a snarl, his teeth baring and he slams harder inside me, like he’s purging something from himself or stealing parts of me to take with him.

My body throbs and my lips wobble. Everything is too sensitive, the pleasure a fevered torture. I hear cries and moans reverberating around the room that I later realize were from my mouth. I careen headfirst into what I know will be a cataclysmic explosion, a first for me in sex.

The tension gathers, the sparks blistering where he fucks me. “Steven, oh fuck…I’m going to come, oh sh-hit.”

“Come, darling. Flood me with your juices. Fall apart in my arms.” He grunts in exertion as he doubles his efforts, pounding into me like it’s the last thing he’ll do, and the tension breaks as a wave of pleasure so intense spreads through my body and I come with a cry, my vision whitening.

The walls of my pussy throb against him as he grows impossibly harder and with a few more punishing thrusts, he lets out a guttural moan and shudders against me, streams of hot cum flooding my inside, prolonging my orgasm.

“Grace, Grace, Grace,” he pants, his head dipping to my neck before he takes my lips in his again, his tongue swiping, licking, joining mine while his dick still throbs inside me in the aftermath. His thumbs rub circles over my hands, our fingers still intertwined.

“My home,” he whispers, pressing softer kisses on my face and neck as we slowly come down from our high.

We’re joined in more than one place, and my heart finally feels whole for the first time in as long as I can remember.

“Shit,” I gasp as my body slowly calms down from this out-of-body experience, “we forgot the condom.”

He freezes, his muscles tensing like he’s surprised he forgot about protection.

“I’m on the pill and am clean,” I whisper.

Steven leans down and kisses me. “I’m clean too. I’ve never been in anyone bare before. ”

A burst of pride funnels through my chest. I, Grace Peyton, made him lose his mind. The haze of melancholy in the last nine months finally clears away and a smile blooms from inside me, threatening to break free from my lips.

I didn’t realize I was laughing until he asks, “What’s so funny, darling Grace?”

“I’m still me, aren’t I? Even after this.”

He gives me a warm smile as his dark pools slowly fade into amber once more. “You’re always you because you’re strong. And nothing will ever change that. Only now, I’ll be by your side and you won’t ever have to fight your battles alone again, nor will I. We’ll be stronger together. We’re a team.”

My eyes mist at his reference to my teasing before when I said we were a team in half-jest. But now, it feels true from the bottom of my heart.

This man, he’s on my side. I don’t know why I ever believed otherwise.

Steven leans toward me, tenderness in his eyes, his fingers swiping away a wet clump of hair sticking to my face. “Now, can you tell me what happened nine months ago?”

My pulse kicks into an erratic rhythm as my chest hiccups and the beginnings of unease gather at the base of my spine. I look at him, all traces of the hard billionaire vanished. I only find warmth, concern, and something deeper, much more intense, in those tiger stone eyes.

I don’t want to rely on anyone, least of all a man.

My impulse, developed from a lifetime of disappointments, is to don on the armor I’ve spent years crafting and perfecting, break into a smile and change the subject.

But now, the tugging of my heart as I stare at the only man who has broken down my barriers, who is living with his own demons but still brave enough to be vulnerable in front of me, I find myself wanting to let go of the flimsy strings holding my problems and my fears together.

I want to lay everything at his feet, all the dull shards and shiny fragments, have him pick me up and carry me to the other side and let him take care of the mess I left behind .

My lungs constrict as my pulse ratches up. The words are perched on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t find my voice. I swallow and inhale deeply, his scent of the ocean and leather giving me strength—

“Do you know…” he begins, his voice deep and husky, his fingers tracing circles on my forearms, sending shivers down my body. “Male falcons can be very possessive and aggressive and they protect their females with their lives?”

My breath lodges in my throat as the pounding pulse inside my ears eclipses the simmering of fear in my veins.

“And what does this have anything to do with our conversation?” I whisper, the butterflies swarming in my chest as I take in the soft, but mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“A wise person once told me the best way to get out of a funk is to read interesting factoids about the world. Then we’d realize how miniscule our problems were.

This person suddenly disappeared from my life and my soul felt bereft.

So, when I laid awake at night, I’d search for interesting facts to keep me company.

To remind me of her.” His words are soft, but his eyes darken in intensity and he slowly leans toward me and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead.

My eyes prickle and burn as tears threaten to be unleashed.

I roll my lips together in a desperate urge not to cry.

I’m so tired and have been so exhausted trying to shoulder the burdens of my family for a long time, and seeing this strong man in front of me, treating me like I’m the most important person in his life, I just want to curl myself in his arms and never let go.

Steven’s nostrils flare as he sees my expression, and as if he can read my mind, he tugs me close and pulls me against him, wrapping me in the warmth and safety of his embrace.

His voice is deep and melodic, and I feel the rumbling in his chest. “Peregrine falcons mate for life and ancient Egyptian deities had falcons as their sacred animals. Supposedly, their eyes symbolize the sun and the moon and they protect the world below with their mighty wings. They’re special animals. ”

I tremble, the tears sliding down my cheeks and dripping onto his chest. The warmth flooding my chest ensnares me and terrifies me at the same time. I want to spill every ounce of worry from my soul, to sleep and rest in his arms, knowing he’ll be there to handle everything coming our way.

I could get used to this warmth. I could get addicted. What will happen to me if I lose this later, like Mom did?