This was pleasure like I’d never known. The pleasure of a man’s his complete possession. A good man. A trustworthy man. I couldn’t help surrendering to him. I was his. All his. For as long as he wanted.
Our bodies worked together, male and female, hard and soft. We writhed and stroked and kissed each other. We touched and cried and held each other. We trembled. We explored. We whispered words that neither would probably have the courage to say if we weren’t so swept up in the moment. When Tevin said, loudly, “You are mine, Daryl. Mine,” I couldn’t hold out any longer. As the first wave of my powerful climax rolled over me, I cried out, my shout muffled as Tevin slammed his mouth over mine to swallow my screams of release. My body convulsed, sending wave upon wave of hot, liquid pleasure racing through my center. My inner muscles clenched his invading member, the sensation amplifying the bliss so much that I couldn’t breathe.
I knew when he climaxed. I felt him expanding inside of me, his thickness increasing. His strokes became rough, his touch hard. The way he possessed me sent me tumbling into another climax. I quaked and cried and clung to him until every last muscle had softened. His weight pressed into me as he relaxed too, and we lay in the car, holding each other.
Wow.
“I meant what I said,” he muttered between heavy breaths. He cupped my cheek and brushed his mouth over mine. “You have to be mine, Daryl. I won’t take no for an answer.”
My heart jerked in my chest. To have a man say it like that, as if his life depended upon my answer.
“What can I say to make you agree to come with me? What can I do?” His eyes glittered with a wicked gleam. “Perhaps I should hold you hostage? Maybe I should just kidnap you and take you to Mordova as my prisoner.” I had no doubt I would enjoy every minute of his kidnapping if it was anything like this.
But…but I was still scared. Sex was one thing. Sex was fun. Sex was a lot of fun. But sex was only one part of a relationship. There were other, more important, aspects of a relationship. Trust. Communication. Commitment. We hadn’t spent enough time together for those to be tested yet.
If I gave up everything to follow him, what would happen to me if things didn’t work out?
What if things went well for three months, six months, a year and then fell apart? What then? I wouldn’t have a job to fall back on. I would be living in a foreign land.
I would be completely, totally dependent upon Tevin and his family. Oh God.
Tevin’s thumb stroked my jaw and his eyes searched mine. “Daryl, what are you feeling?”
“Scared.”
“Scared of what? What are you afraid of?”
“Of…taking a chance and…”
“And what?”
“And being let down again. I’m scared, Tevin. The day my parents were yanked away from me, I learned a hard lesson. I learned it’s dangerous to believe someone will always be there for me. I learned I can only count on one person in my life. That person is me. If I go to some foreign country where I don’t belong, how would I take care of myself? How?”
“You won’t have to,” he stated.
“But I might. You can’t promise me anything. You can’t tell me I’ll be safe for the rest of my life. You can’t tell me you won’t change your mind, or meet someone else you like better, or decide we don’t work, because you don’t know me that well yet.”
“I understand.” Much to my surprise, he didn’t move. He held me close, one hand resting on my head, the other softly stroking my shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you what you want to hear. I’m going to have to show you. I’m going to have to prove it to you. Every minute. Every hour. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every year.”
“You say that now—“
“And I’ll say the same thing at the first anniversary of this day, and every year after until I draw my last breath. Daryl, I told you to think of this trip as a vacation. I said that so you wouldn’t feel pressured. But I think you need to hear the truth. I think you need to understand exactly where I’m coming from. I’m introducing you to my parents as my intended wife. Not a friend. Not a girlfriend. Wife.”
“But Tevin, we’ve only been on a few dates. How can you be so sure?”
“Because I am. That’s all. I am.”
He sounded sure, but all my doubts weren’t eradicated so easily. I asked, “What if your parents don’t like me?”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll be living in a castle with more than one thousand rooms. We don’t have to see them very often.”