Her words lit a fire within me. I could hold back my deeper carnal desires, but I could no longer hold back my feelings. I took her hand from my cheek and pressed my lips against her palm.

“I love you too, Melanie. My God, I love you so much.”

Her smiling lips trembled, and her eyes became glassy, with tears emerging in the corners. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say those words.”

I looked deep into her green eyes. “I hope you know that they’re not just words to me. I don’t say them lightly, and I’m not saying them just because you said them to me.”

She bit her lip. She was adorable.

“I know that. You would never say anything you didn’t mean. And I love you too. With all my heart.”

“My God…” I crushed my lips against hers, lifting her forward and laying her flat on her back. I covered her with my body, kissing her, swirling my tongue with hers, my breath becoming rapid. My dick was hard, and I pressed against her thigh, wanting so much to grind into her.

But I would go slowly.

Every deep dark part of my soul raged within me, ordered me to tear every shred of clothing off of her, to tie her beautiful hands to my bed posts, blindfold her, spank her beautiful ass until it was bright pink and she was begging for me to fuck her senseless.

How I wanted her. I wanted to show her the pleasures my darkness could give her.

But not today.

When I ripped my mouth from hers to take in a gasping breath, she grabbed both of my cheeks and pierced me with her green-eyed gaze.

“Tell me what you want tonight, Jonah. Anything, and it’s yours.”

I groaned, and my cock grew even larger. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“But I do. I know there’s a shadow surrounding you, a dark side that wants to come out when we’re together. You once told me that I would surrender to you eventually.”

“I meant that when I said it, but the situation is different now.”

“Why is it different? Because of what I’ve been through? Trust me when I say this to you again. I am truly feeling better now than I ever have since Gina’s death.”

I believed her. I did. But I still didn’t think she was ready to experience everything I wanted. In fact, I knew she wasn’t. But I could start. I could initiate her slowly. “All right,” I said. “Get up off the bed. Strip for me, Melanie. Take off your clothes for me and present your body to me.”

She smiled. And then she got up. “Will you strip for me after I’m done?” she asked quietly.

Clearly she didn’t understand who was the master in the bedroom. But she would learn. And if it would please her today, I would strip for her. “We’ll see,” was all I said.

She fumbled a bit, pulling her shirt over her head, trying to be sexy. She was sexy, always, no matter what she did.

When she unclasped her bra and let her breasts fall free, she bit her lip. “I wish they were bigger.”

I stood, my hard cock pulsing against my jeans. I went to her and cupped her perfect tits in my palms. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. Your breasts are perfect. Your body is perfect. I love every inch of it. You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

She closed her eyes and let out a tiny choke. Then she opened them. “No one has ever made me feel as beautiful as you do.”

“We haven’t talked a lot about our past relationships, and we don’t need to start now,” I said. “Suffice it to say, whomever you were with didn’t deserve you.”

“I love you, Jonah.”

“And I love you.” I kissed her cheek, and then I sat back down on the bed. “But you still need to strip for me.”

She bent down, unzipped her ankle boots, and kicked them off. “I wish I knew how to be sexy for you.”

“All I want is you, sweetheart. Just strip for me. Show me that you’re mine.”

She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them until she stood before me only in her ankle socks and beige cotton panties.

I pulled her toward me then, sticking my face in her covered vulva and inhaling. “I can smell your scent, Melanie. You’re wet. I can smell that you want me.”

“Oh my God.”

“You want to please me? Stop wearing cotton panties. I want to see that beautiful ass and beautiful pussy in silk and lace. In a thong riding up those ass cheeks.”

“Oh my God,” she said again.

I inhaled once more. She was ripe. So ripe for me. I couldn’t help myself. I twisted those panties and ripped them right off of her.

She gasped.

I slid my tongue between her legs, tasting a drop of her sweetness. I savored her, every ounce of her. She was everything to me. I had never known a feeling like this. She couldn’t leave me. She just couldn’t. I would not allow it. I wouldn’t survive.

I forced the thoughts from my mind and slid my tongue through her slick folds once more. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She sighed, the melodic sounds drifting to my ears.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you know what you do to me. Tell me you know how I hunger for you.”

Another sigh. Then, “I know. I know what I do to you.”

I nipped at her clit, and she jerked against me.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Yes. God, yes.”

I had to taste more of her, every crevice of her.

I grabbed her hips and turned her around, laying her on the bed. I disposed of her socks quickly and spread her thighs, diving in. I sucked at her, ate at her, drinking every ounce of sweet cream out of her beautiful pussy. And then I flipped her over.

“You have a beautiful ass, sweetheart. So gorgeous.” I caressed her soft globes, longing to give her just a little smack, to make her ass the slightest shade of pink. I held myself in check. I would bring her in slowly. I slid my fingers through her slick folds, and then upward, over her puckered hole. This would probably be new to her, and it might be a good way to start. It wouldn’t involve bondage or spanking.

I nudged her pink opening. She gasped, but didn’t tell me to stop.

“Such a pretty little asshole, baby. I’m going to lick you here now, okay?”

She nodded.

I stuck my nose between her gorgeous cheeks, giving her pussy a slick lick, all the way up over her tight little hole. My cock was straining against my jeans. I was tempted to stop and undress, but not yet. Right now I was going to give her the rimming of her life, most likely her first. And it would be one she would never forget.