I'm kicked in the gut. Hard.

My breath is knocked out of me and I immediately sit up, backing away on instinct. But it doesn't stop. A kick, and then another, and another. I grab a knee before the fourth kick can come. It takes a few seconds for my brain to wake up and realize where I am and what's happening.

"Melanie," I whisper.

I hear her whimper. My eyes scope her out in the dark. She's still asleep but she's clearly starting to wake up and her body thinks I'm trying to hurt her. My chest sinks heavily. It's hard to keep a tough front but every reminder of her past hurts me. Witnessing the trauma of what she went through makes me want to break everything in sight from the pain. I swallow hard and force myself to keep it together as she continues to whimper and fight me in her sleep.

"Melanie," I rub a hand down her arm as lightly as I can. She flinches and throws that arm out. I catch it and this time lock her arms by her side, shaking her. "Melanie, wake up. Please wake up."

"Stop," She mumbles. Her voice is soft and high-pitched. Desperate. I've never heard her sound like that and I fucking swear my heart cracks right open. "Get off."

"Shh, it's me Melanie," I pet her hair down gently. My throat locks up seeing this. God, it fucking hurts. "It's me. Wolfe. It's just me."

"Stop," She tries to push against me. I can see her eyes moving behind her closed lids and know she's seconds away from waking up. "Leave me alone. Stop it."

"It's me, Melanie," I whisper thickly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never hurt you. Wake up, Mel."

She whimpers again, her body trembling. I can't watch her anymore. I abandon being gentle altogether and shake her as hard as I can. I'm just as desperate as her now. She sits up with a gasp so suddenly that my hands pull back from her like they burned. I hold them out in front of me and watch her carefully, waiting for her to start fighting again. But she doesn't. She looks around with obvious panic and hugs the blanket close to her. When her eyes land on me her features immediately relax and her shoulders drop. She's okay.

"Hey," She whispers softly. I can hear the self-consciousness in her voice, can see it in the way her head ducks. "I...how bad was it?"

"Not bad," I lie. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am." She nods and looks back up. She's telling the truth. She's okay now. "I used to not be able to shake the feeling off in the beginning. It's been so many years since I was touched like that, I cope a lot better now. I'm not perfect but I've healed."

"I know," I open my arms to her and she wiggles into them, sighing against my chest whe I engulf her. I start rocking her gently and feel my own heart rate slow down with relief. "You amaze me."

She scoffs lightly and I know she doesn't believe me. She traces my chest tattoos with her fingers, something she does to calm herself down I've noticed. Several moments of silence pass by. "Wolfe?"

"Yes?"

Her voice is small when she speaks. "Tell me something nice. Something good."

I don't even hesitate. "I love you."

She stills against me. I don't even think she's breathing. When she pulls back to look at me there's no way the dark can hide her disbelief.

"What?" She whispers.

I hold her tighter. "I love you, baby girl. So fuckin' much."

She grows more incredulous, if possible. It's hard to hide my amusement. I'm not sure why she's so surprised. I've felt this way for a long time. That's why the words came to me so easily. I didn't even know I was going to say them until they came out and I sure as shit don't regret them.

"You...really?" The hope in her eyes is so clear I feel it like a punch to the gut.

"Yes," I close the distance between us and capture her lips. I cup her face as I kiss her leisurely, slowly, letting her feel what she's having such a hard time believing. I sure as hell feel her. Maybe it's a psychological thing but now that I've told her I love her, this kiss just feels different. I feel like the space in my chest is so full I can't breathe. There's no room for goddamn oxygen. There's only room for her because she's everything I'll ever want. I just know it.

When I pull away and set my forehead on hers, her arms go around my neck. "I love you too, big guy. You're a stubborn asshole but I love you."

I chuckle under my breath and take her lips again. This time the kiss has more heat. Melanie sits up on her knees and presses herself against me. I groan at the sensation of her naked body rubbing mine and tug her closer. I know I just had her a few hours ago but I want her again. My cock is already growing hard and I feel it brush against Melanie's hip, hear her answering moan.

"Make love to me," She whispers against my lips. "No fucking. I've never made love before."

Christ. My heart thumps erratically against my chest and I can't form the words to give her a response. I can't even describe what I'm feeling right now. I think I would die for her if she'd let me. It's madman's talk but it's so, so goddamn true.

I lean down on her and force her to lie back against the bed. Her legs and arms both wrap around me and my arm goes around her waist, pulling her flush against me. We both groan softly, our hands exploring each other greedily. Our kiss doesn't pick up pace but it's still full of passion and lust. They're slow and dirty strokes that go in tune with the way we rock our bodies against each other. I release her mouth to kiss my way down her body, peppering soft kisses on her skin. I kiss down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and don't stop until my mouth latches onto her pussy.

"Oh," She sighs softly, fingers sliding into my hair and legs spreading for me. I love her taste, love her scent, love giving her pleasure. I'm convinced I could bury my head between her legs for days and not once come up for air. I groan in the back of my throat as she coats more of my tongue when she gets even wetter. I suck her clit into my mouth and Melanie's moans grow louder. Her hips push upwards with impatience. "Wolfe. Please."

I'm getting better at reading her. She wants to feel more so I push two fingers inside of her. I smile against her pussy when she sighs in contentment, pumping my fingers in and out of her and playing with her clit. My tongue flicks the bud, rubs small circles around it, and my fingers curl deep inside of her. I'll never get tired of feeling her on the inside. So fucking soft and plush. It brings me awe.

"Yes," She chants when I add a third finger. "Oh God, just like that."

I know she's right on the edge. Her breathing gets exceptionally harder when she's seconds away from climax, like right now. I take my mouth off her to rub her clit fast and hard and her body grows more tense.

"Oh my God," Her hips thrust into my hand faster, her head thrown back and digging into her pillow. "Oh my God. Wolfe. I can't."

My thumbs rubs her clit as fast it can and I take my fingers out of her so my tongue can replace them instead. That's when she falls apart, crying out as she shakes and trembles and comes into my mouth. This is the hardest she's ever climaxed. She's all over my mouth, dripping down my chin. I welcome her taste, relishing in the way her plush walls squeeze my tongue over and over again. God, I love this part. I love when she squeezes me tight like this, whether it's my fingers or tongue or cock. I love feeling her grip me with the same desperation I have for her.

Her body goes limp a minute or so later and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I crawl back up her body to discover her face dazed and drowsy, a sure sign of a good orgasm I've learned. My smiling lips press against hers and she kisses me back, her tongue sliding over mine before she sucks it into her mouth to taste herself. Melanie gets off tasting herself on me and I find that hot as fuck, growling low in my throat and yanking her flush against me. My hips grind down on hers teasingly, my cock brushing over her dripping center. We're not fucking but we're rubbing against each other, torturing each other, and the buildup is insane. I want to sink right into her.

My arm blindly reaches out for the bedside table, opening the top drawer and grabbing a condom without taking my mouth off her. I'm forced to pull away so I can rip the condom open with my teeth and take it out, rolling it on me the way I watched Melanie do the first time. I brace my palms beside her head and look down at her awaiting face.

"You want to be on top, right?" I start to move.

She stops me by gripping my shoulders. There's not a trace of doubt in her eyes. "No. You be on top. I want to give full control to you."

"Mel," I whisper disbelievingly. She's never had consensual sex being on the bottom before. This is huge, especially considering she wasn't ready for it just hours ago. "Why? What changed your mind?"

"You love me," Her smile is tender. "I want you to show me now. Make love to me, Wolfe."

Hell. I feel my chest tighten and nod, bringing my head down to kiss her softly. "Okay," I whisper against her mouth. "I've got you."

"I know," She whispers back.

My hand grazes down her body until it slips behind her knee and I tug it to the side to spread her apart. My cock pushes into her slowly and I shut my eyes, on fire from the sheer pleasure. Sex is...heavenly. I didn't know something so simple could feel so fucking good and not just on a physical level. I believe that if you love the person you have sex with it makes the experience even better. Knowing you're literally connected to who you love? It's incomparable. There's not a place in your body you won't feel it and right now, I feel her everywhere.

"Melanie," I groan softly when I've sunk all the way in. She clamps around me like a vice, squeezing my cock in all her wet and soft glory. I bury my face into her neck and try to ground myself, my hands blindly linking with hers and raising them above her head. I pin them down on the bed as my hips start to move and I push in and out of her. My movements are slow, controlled, allowing both of us to feel as much of this as we can. I slide out of her almost completely and then leisurely sink back in, slamming my hips into hers when the entrance of her pussy reaches the base of me. I hear her gasp, feel her trembling body as her legs lock around me, and raise my head so I can look down at her too. Her eyes are closed and the look on her face is pure ecstasy.

"Look at me," I command in a quiet whisper.

Melanie's eyes flutter open and lock on to mine. Our gazes hold as I slide out of her again, and then halfway back in with a controlled stroke, slamming into her the rest of the way. Her lips part on a gasp and her eyes glaze over, the blue irises so damn vibrant and hypnotizing. Full of lust and love and never once looking away from me. Everything feels so intense this way. I pull out of her steadily and thrust back in hard, my strokes a combination of sweet and dirty, and her pupils dilate every time my hips push into hers. It's torture how slow I'm going, slow and hard all at once, but it's the good kind of pain. I don't pick up speed at all. I go at the same controlled pace and watch closely what I'm doing to her. I know without a doubt she feels me the way I feel her. She's not panicked or afraid. She watches me take charge with something like fascination and I think she likes it because I can feel how wet she's getting with every thrust I deliver.

I lean down to take her lips, kissing them just as unhurriedly as the way I push into her. She opens her mouth wide against mine and my tongue snakes past her lips until it meets her. They tangle, sliding against each other messily and passionately. Our teeth clash every time our lips close over each other and our kisses get wetter, dirtier. My cock continues to pump in and out of her, feeling her tight wet heat rub against the most sensitive part of me and driving me insane. I have to yank my mouth away from hers when it becomes too much and brings me to the edge too fast. I don't want this to be over yet. I look down at her with harsh pants, her hair a mess and her lips swollen and her eyes glazed with bliss.

"Wolfe," Her eyes hood but they don't leave mine. I tighten my fingers around hers, pin them down harder on the bed, and slam into her harder. Her breathing grows harsher and her chest heaves and I know she's getting closer to climax. "Faster, Wolfe. Please."

Thank fuck. I'm literally trembling from holding back from the need to take her. I clutch her hands tightly and thrust into her hard and fast. She cries out in surprise and has barely recovered before I push into her again. Before I know it I'm slamming in and out of her, my thrusts deep and quick and shallow. The headboard smacks against the wall repeatedly and the entire bed shakes from the force of our fucking. Having this kind of control and being able to take her the way I want is making my restraint snap. I can't believe the flashes of images in my mind of what I want to do to her. So many filthy ideas that I want to try, maneuvering her body so I can get her at a different angle, have her at complete mercy to me. I need to reign myself in.

"What do you want to do to me?" Melanie whispers. Her eyes skate all over me, trying to read what I'm thinking. "What do you want to try?"

"I don't know," I answer honestly, gruffly. "Too many things."

I slam into her hard and she moans, her back arching into me and her legs tensing around my torso. When her eyes reopen they lock on mine. "Do them. I want you to do them to me."

"Mel..." My cock is screaming in pain at this point from the way I'm holding myself back. I want to get so much rougher than this. It's instinct. I can't help it. But I don't want to hurt her. I'm sweating buckets now trying to control myself.

"I want more too," She pleads now and her hips lift up with every stroke I give her, meeting me halfway. "Harder. Deeper. I want as much of you as I can have."

"Damn it," I growl because now there's no going back. I lose my internal battle and then my body takes lead before I can even process what I'm doing. I release her hands and sit up on my knees, grabbing one of her legs and throwing it over my shoulder and bending her other leg until her knee is level with her chin. Then I thrust into her with one hard and smooth motion and Melanie gasps, eyes rolling to the back of her head. I grab the headboard above her and pump in and out of her hard as I can, deep as I can, lust consuming me. I fuck her with no semblance of control, my movements unceremonious and crazed.

"Oh my God," Melanie cries and her hands fist into the bedsheets. "Oh God, yes."

"That's it baby," My breaths burst out of me. "Take my cock just like that."

I use my hold on the headboard to keep myself balanced as I lean over her, my free hand grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing the soft yet firm globe. My thumb circles her nipple until it hardens out and then I add my index finger so I can pinch it, rolling it tauntingly. Melanie's head turns to the side, her face digging into the pillow as her face contorts like she's in agony. I pound into her, rocking her entire body with my thrusts, and she bites down on the pillow to silence her screams. I can feel her walls squeezing me tighter and I know she's about to come. So I pull out all the way before she has the chance and her eyes spring open again, clashing with mine incredulously.

"What...?" She starts but I grab her by the hips and flip her onto her stomach before she can finish her sentence. I grab the underside of her knee and bend her leg up on the mattress, sinking into her pussy again. Her moans are muffled against the pillow but when I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back, they're loud and clear.

"Wolfe," She cries, her hand blindly reaching behind her until she finds my neck, wrapping her arm around it and pulling me down. She turns her head to capture my lips, grabbing a fistful of my hair at the back of my head as she devours my mouth. I swallow every soft groan of hers as I pound into her from behind. She feels so different from this angle, and I know I'm going to want to do it this way again. My arm slips between her body and the mattress, sliding up her body until my fingers grip her neck loosely.

"Are you okay?" I whisper against her lips.

"Yes," She practically begs, arching her back and grinding her ass against me. I grunt with impatience and feel her smile against my lips. "You feel so good. Keep going."

My fingers tighten around her neck, squeezing a little bit harder but just enough that I can still feel her breaths in my mouth. My other hand lifts her knee up higher to spread her further, my chest sticking to her back with sweat until I can only move my hips with quick and shallow thrusts. I bite down on her mouth, tugging her bottom lip with my teeth and dragging it out.

"You're fuckin' killing me," I groan. "Fuckin' love your pussy. I'd fuck it all day if you let me."

"Please," She agrees breathlessly, her ass pushing back against me. It's fucking torture. Without thinking, I release her neck so I can bring my hand down hard on one cheek then immediately smooth my palm over it. Melanie moans louder. "Fuck, Wolfe!"

"You coming for me?" I murmur, sucking her ear into my mouth. I squeeze her ass, obsessed with the way the soft flesh fills my hand. I kiss down her neck and bite down on her shoulder, all the while skimming my hand to the front of her body and pushing one finger past her folds to explore her wet pussy, feeling around for her clit. I rub it in tight circles when I find it and Melanie digs her face into the pillow, her cries becoming more high-pitched and tortured. She's seconds away now. "That's it, Mel. Let go for me. Good girl."

"Oh!" She screams when release hits her. Her walls grip me so motherfucking tight, contracting around my cock over and over again. I'm less than a second behind her, burying my face into the side of her neck and groaning low in my throat as my body jerks uncontrollably. I come so damn hard I can't make sense of anything, blinded by the sheer relief of falling apart as I empty out into the condom and feel Melanie dripping everywhere. Her release coats my thighs, trickles down my legs, a testament to how completely undone she is.

"Jesus," I pull in a breath when my body goes limp, feeling like every part of me was sucker punched. There isn't a part of me that doesn't ache or feel overworked. I can't find it in me to move even though I know Melanie can't hold my weight on top of her any longer. I'm easily double what she weighs.

"Holy crap," Meanie mumbles when her body starts trembling. She sounds drowsy and sluggish. "Did you know your Australian accent is unmistakably thick when you talk dirty?"

I smile against her shoulder. "No, I didn't know that."

"That's what really did it for me," She continues in a slurred voice. "I've never been so turned on."

"I could tell," I boast, finally lifting up on my forearms and kissing down her spine. My lips peck her softly as I pull out of her and descend, not stopping until my mouth reaches the red imprint my hand left on her ass. I kiss it tenderly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I hear her snort. "Are you kidding? I'd literally tattoo an outline of your hand on my ass as a tribute to how good that felt."

"Shut up," I chuckle, kissing the red mark again. I kiss my way back up her spine and turn her around, kissing her lips next. She sighs into my mouth as her arms go around my neck and she kisses me back just as softly. I pull away from her to ask, "Seriously, Mel. Were you okay? I know I went a little overboard there with my control."

"It was perfect," She insists on a whisper, kissing my bottom lip. "Everything I felt was good. No fear. No panic. Just you. And you are everything that's good in my life, Wolfe Emerson."

My chest grows warm at her words. I've never been everything to anyone before. I've barely been anything, always hidden in the shadows and obscured by my own silence. But here with Melanie, holding her like this, it's easy to forget that was my life. That I was once that person. I've never felt less or not good enough with her. When she says I'm everything to her, I believe her without a trace of doubt because she's always made me feel that way.

"I love you Melanie," I smooth her hair back from her face to get a better look at her. It's wild and tangled and a little sweaty. Her face is flushed red. Her lips are swollen, glistening wet after I kissed them for so long. Those lips smile and I look up to find her watching me tenderly.

"I love you," She whispers back. She looks to the side where there's a clock hanging on the wall and then back at me. Her smile screams trouble. "So...how soon do you think you can go again?"

I wrap both arms around her waist and roll us over so she's lying on top of me, and she laughs as she pushes her hair out of her face to look down at me. I shake my head at her. "You're fuckin' crazy, Parks."

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A/N

...anyone else need an immediate change of panties? Cool. Yeah. Me too.

BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL?! These two are as hot as I thought they would be, even hotter. I swear their sex is insane! And Wolfe, dirty-talking dominating Wolfe? I'll take ten.

Let's not forget that super sweet beginning of the chapter! Wolfe's "I love you" to Melanie was so perfect. It was SO him. Direct and to the point, just saying what he feels without thinking twice. I'd die for these two.

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