I understand why Lila is nervous, but the truth is, she has no reason to be.
"Lila, I've been a goner since the moment I laid eyes on you. I wasn't playing around or exaggerating when I said I'd never let you go. You're mine, princess. And I intend on making you happy for the foreseeable future."
The tears spill over, but Lila is smiling wider than I've seen in a while, since before her father proved to be a royal dick.
"I...I like that, Marcus. I want to be with you. I know this is all fast, but...you're what I want. And for once, I'd like to get whatIwant. I...I've fallen in love with you."
A shockwave of emotion hits me.
I never thought I'd be good enough for anyone to earn their love. I've got blood on my hands from the past. Hell, I was ready to kill Cilento if he threatened Lila again.
But here we are, and there's not a single part of me that doubts Lila's commitment, her feelings. And the wild thing is, I feel it too.
I know this isn'tjustinfatuation. Sure, that's there, so is the wild lust for this gorgeous woman. But so is my trust in her, my devotion, my...love.
"I love you too, princess." I lean forward, lifting her chin so that I can kiss her. "We'll figure this all out together. You and me."
"You and me." Smiling, Lila chuckles, looking up at me with so much adoration that I almost can't stand it—but I never want it to stop. "Against the world too?"
"I'll take it on for you, princess. I'm sure you'll give 'em all hell." I reach for her waist, pulling her into my lap.
"Damn straight, I will. Now," Lila rolls her hips, grinding herself on my hardening cock, "fuck me, Marcus. I want to celebrate."
Chuckling, I reach between us, going for the button and fly on my jeans. Lila takes off the robe she's still wearing, the light dusty maroon color so beautiful against her skin.
Her fingers slide the shoulder straps down as I free my erection. It brushes against her pussy, bare under the skirt of her nightgown, and already so wet for me.
"Ugh, that's good, princess. Rub that pussy across my cock."
She does as told, rocking her hips back and forth so that her seam glides over my shaft. Then I grab her hips, tilting them just right so that I can enter her.
"Marcus!" The cry is delicious, but I snake my fingers through her hair, stopping her in place.
"Ah, ah. Tell me who you belong to first."
She smiles, rolling her hips in search of sensation. "Yours. I'myours, Marcus."
I grin, and we start up our rhythm again as I grope her breast, teasing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"That's it, princess. Ride me good. Take every inch until I'm filling up that tight little pussy."
Lila's cheeks are flushed, her breathing already shallow and rushed. She grinds down harder, circling her hips, then pulling back to bounce up and down.
"You're so big. Ugh, god, yessss..." Lila's head falls back, and I grip harder, anchoring so that I can thrust up into her.
"And you're all mine, princess. Not a single other person is going to touch you. This pussy, this body, ismine."
Jacking my hips up sharply, I hit deep inside Lila, and she cries out, "Yes, Marcus, all yours!"
This is all heat and passion and fury. We're rushing toward this edge together, and I know that we both need it, that the horrors of her kidnapping are still lingering with her.
And I'll do whatever I need to make her feel safe, to keep those thoughts from her head, to fuck her until all she's thinking about is how good we feel together.
Pulling down one half of Lila's nightgown, I pull her chest closer to me and suck her nipple into my mouth.
She moans, the vibrations rumbling through my lips, and I fuck harder, faster.
I need her. I need this woman more than I need air, and I feel her clamp down around me as she comes, her delighted screams echoing in my small living room.
