"I love you," he whispered between our lips as he pulled me closer.

My heart swelled as I heard those words. The tone of his voice, the warmness, the sternness and how meaningful he sounded. The way he didn't stutter even at this emotional moment. This made me believe he did love me.

This man followed me for ten years as I moved from state to state. This man never stopped looking for me, never stopped loving me. Even after that day at my apartment door when I told him I didn't need him.

He still tried to get me back, to get us back.

Most men would have given up after that incident at my door but he didn't. He was not most men, he was my man. The one I loved, the one I run to, the one I belong to and the one I want for life.

He was the one I dreamed of, the one that no matter what will always have a place in my heart. Even if sometimes I choose to ignore it. He was my shelter. Sometimes he would break down but with me helping him, he would build up and get stronger so he could keep me safe and provide for me.

We may have taken the long way in life that caused us pain that tested our love, that abused us physically and mentally but it looked like we've made it out alive and together.

"I love you Daniel Darquan," I said as I broke our kiss and stared in his chocolate orbs.

They were filled with joy. They were vibrant, full of life and they were staring at me with love pouring out of them.

He smiled at me a genuine one, one that reached his eyes. He crashed his lips on mine hungrily, our kiss was rough and filled with emotions. In this one kiss was all the feelings we kept in for ten years. The love, the lust, the pain, the loneliness, all of it. His tongue worked mine roughly and I moaned.

Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet, I wrapped them around his waist as he pushed my back against the wall. He kissed me hungrily as he tugged on the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head and I giggled like a schoolgirl. He moved from the wall and placed me on the couch after ripping off the plastic covering.

"Let's christen the couch," he whispered seductively. I internally screamed YES!

He quickly worked on my slippers, throwing them behind him. He pulled off my shorts and threw it across the room. Leaving me in my shell-pink bra and thong. I wrapped my legs around his waist once more, then flipped him over changing our positions.

I kissed his lips passionately then bit on his bottom lip. He moaned and groped my ass. I moaned and he squeezed it some more. I broke our kiss and started to kiss his chest. I kissed his scar and he whispered my name. Soon I felt his erection poking at me.

I kissed and nibbled his neck as I ran my hands down to his v line. He shivered and the next thing I knew my back was on the couch.

He pulled off my bra and underwear, pulled down his sweatpants and his length sprang free. He placed my legs on his shoulders and rubbed his swollen tip around my wet entrance. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucked on it then bit it and crashed into me.

I cried out in pleasure and pain. He slammed into me again, I mewled. He started fast, then he went faster and harder. I cried out in sweet ecstasy as he did. He grabbed one of my breasts and played with it, pulling it, twisting it as he sucked and nibbled the other.

He held my nipple with his thumb and pointer, he pinched it and twisted it. I moaned his name, between his thrusts and my aching stiff nipples... it was erotic. I was falling from cloud nine at one minute, then the next minute I was on it, then another I was climbing above it.

"Daniel!" I screamed as my walls contracted around him.

He continued to thrust harder, I flexed my hips and he moaned in pleasure. My fingers dug into the couch, I was panting. I felt my body tighten and my walls around his member this time so tight he could barely move.

"Come on baby," he said as he thrust into me.

I reached out, grabbed his face and kissed him. I screamed his name between our lips as my orgasm came. I felt like I was crashing down from cloud nine at hyper speed. My walls were crumbling down, it was so intense, erotic so, bliss. He found his release after me, calling out my name in sweet ecstasy. We laid there for a while my legs still on his shoulders. He looked at me as if he was asking if we could go again. I nodded.

For the next four hours, we went at it. Our first round was an earthquake that shook our bodies, crumbled our walls and the others were aftershocks, getting gentler each time. Our sex was reflecting our emotions, the first was pain and lust (hard and mind-blowing), the second was loneliness (which was erotic yet gentler than the first) and lastly love (which was the heavenliest one). He treated me like I was fine china, going slow but deep.

His kisses were slow and passionate. Each time he went deeper and deeper, it was almost like he wanted to reach my heart. Our pants and lips moving together were all that could be heard (minus my screams). My left leg was on his right shoulder as I sat up-right on the couch. He kissed, nibbled and sucked my neck leaving love bites. Those were going to be hard to explain to Shaneil later.

After that I went to sleep on the couch, I was worn out and in slight pain. I awoke to him making pancakes. I grabbed the blue sheet I was covered with and wrapped it around my body as I walked over to him.

"Evening beautiful," he said as he saw me.

"Hiya, stranger," I replied. "What kind of pancakes you making?"

"Strawberry."

I licked my lips. "My favourite."

"I know," He replied with a wink.

I walked into the beige room which had white tiles and leaned on the marble counter. I ran my eyes down his body, taking him in.

His hair was damp (he must have taken a shower) and he was in a white T-shirt and royal blue sweatpants. I watched as his muscles contracted and relaxed as he turned the pancakes. Soon, he was finished and I was still looking at him hungrily. He walked over to me and kissed me. The kiss quickly got heated and I was on the counter top.

"As much as I would like to take you right here and now. The food would be cold and you must be tired. So, go up-stairs take a shower and we'll eat," he said as he pulled away and took me off the counter.

I nodded and began to walk away when he slapped my ass. I gasped and glared at him playfully.

"Hey can't help myself," he replied holding up his hands.

I turned around and headed upstairs. I walked into a brown hallway, opened the second door to the right and thankfully it was the bathroom. I quickly bathed, putting on Daniel's blue T-shirt and underpants before headed downstairs.

I walked over to Daniel who was around the counter. I grabbed a pancake, poured syrup in the centre, folded it two times and bit into it. Daniel and I just sat there talking about Shaneil, all of the things he missed. He laughed at my jokes but as I looked into his eyes, I saw sorrow. He missed out so many years of his daughter's life but, at least he was here now so, we should make the best of it.

"So, Nia. How did you figure out that the guy was me? And that was quite an asskicking you gave me," he said laughing.

"Well, Daddy J didn't teach me self-defence for nothing and it wasn't hard finding out it was you, you know with you leaving your ring at my balcony door."

"My ring?" he asked confused.

"Yes your ring. The one you got when we got married."

"I didn't have it," he replied. "I haven't seen it since the night I faked my death. It was in the hospital."

My heart hammered in my chest. "So, wait if you didn't have it... who-"

I didn't even finish. I ran to my bag, grabbed my phone and called Jesse. What if they took her? What if they came to our home that night? Oh my, I think I'm going to have a breakdown. Pick up, Pick up...

'Hello'

"Jesse, where is Shaneil?" I asked.

'She's in the gift shop,' she replied.

"Go check on her please,"... "And hurry"

The line went silent for a while. Daniel came up to me, I was hyperventilating.

"Nia, calm down. What's wrong?"

"I-If you didn't have the ring. T-That means someone else was there that night. W-What if t-they were there for Shaneil but stopped when they saw you?"

"Calm down Nia, everything will be fine Shaneil will return home safe," he cooed as he wrapped his arms around me. I embraced his warmth and relaxed.

'Hello?!" I heard Jesse say.

"Yes Jesse," I replied a bit calmer.

'Miss Jakes... Shaneil is missing!'