Kinsley, my fiancée, a title I'd imagined giving her since the first morning she woke up in this apartment and I found her cooking breakfast in her underwear. That was all it took for me to realize I wanted her doing that for the rest of our lives.

She was sprawled out on the sofa on her phone. Mom and Ashley decided to go and do some shopping for the afternoon, leaving Kins and I to celebrate our new engagement. Her legs were bare and her t-shirt was ridden up, exposing her torso and the swell of her lower breast.

I couldn't get enough of her. A grin tugged her pouty little mouth up and I absorbed it as if it were a drug made just for me, her smile, the life force behind my every waking moment.

I never imagined living for someone, or wanting to live for someone. It sounded so dependent and weak. But living for Kinsley wasn't a weakness or a burden, it was a gift.

It was something I didn't imagine to be so fulfilling until I met her. It was waking up in the morning and thinking about what I could do to bring her peace and happiness. It was sitting together and talking and laughing and giving and receiving. It was looking into her eyes and feeling a calming ease wash over you.

It was the electric pulse that existed between our skin to skin contact. It was wanting to share every good moment in your day with that one person that will be just as happy for your good fortune as you are.

"What's that smile for?" I asked, standing beside the couch. Kinsley looked at me and then turned the screen of her phone so I could see the photo she was looking at.

Ash must've sent it to her. It was Kinsley and I at the restaurant just a few hours earlier. We were looking at each other, her hands were holding my face and the sun coming in from the window highlighted her freckles.

Knowing that she was grinning over a photo of her and I made me stupid with overwhelming desire. Love.

Fuck, I was so in love with her.

I gripped her thigh with a harsh slap and spread her legs before climbing onto the couch and kneeling between them.

"We're getting married," I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to mine, her legs went around my waist.

"We are."

"You're still good with that?"

She let her arm fall to the side, her phone dropping out of her hand and landing on the rug with a thud. "I wouldn't have said yes if I wasn't, Maverick."

Leaning over her frame, I kissed her ear lobe and whispered, "Mrs. Kinsley Maverick."

Her arms slid over my shoulders and settled around my neck, keeping me tucked into her so I couldn't look at her face. Her next words made me wonder if hiding herself from me was tactical. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Phoenix."

I stilled, kissing her throat with light pecks, listening to her vulnerable voice and tight jaw.

"I think that scares me," she breathed and I could hear how she was trying to push the words past her lips, struggling but wanting to communicate her feelings enough to force it. "I've loved before, Phoenix, let people trick me into feeling safe. It feels different with you though. Every time I give you a piece of me, you keep it safe and the way I love you feels different than anything else I've ever experienced."

My heart was in my throat while I listened to her declaration, nuzzled into her nape, smelling her sweet scented hair and the natural pheromone of her skin that made me believe our fates were literally aligned. This moment was unexpected and I didn't want a single thing to break it.

She inhaled a sharp breath and hugged me a little tighter. "You love me and I know you love me and even though getting hurt scares me, you make me feel safe enough that marrying you can't be a bad thing. No matter how long it lasts, it'll be beautiful enough that I'll always be grateful for it."

This time, I did lean back, just enough to look at her. "Forever," I said, determination in the word. "It lasts forever."

Her palm stroked my cheek. "We can only hope."

I sighed, not letting her pessimistic outlook change how sure I was about her and our future.

"You'll see baby," I leaned in and kissed her throat, eliciting a little gasp from her lips. "When we're old and wrinkled, I'll still be following you around the house, smacking that ass."

"My geriatric ass."

"My old man cock won't even need Viagra because I'll still be hard up for you."

She laughed, the sound reaching the deepest part of my heart. My lips trailed kisses from her throat, to her chin, to her nose, cheeks and forehead before finding home on her mouth. She kissed so sensually, sucking on my lips, licking them, tasting. It was slow and made me delirious.

I ground my hardening cock against her, pushing her deeper into the couch and relishing the sounds of her approval. We kissed and kissed and kissed until it became untapped raw need and we were thrashing against each other, a clash of tongue and teeth. I snatched the bottom of Kinsley's shirt, ripping it over her head and removing mine after.

My palms found her tits straight away. I was a sucker for these things. Literally. The fastest way to elicit an orgasm out of her was to suck on her tits. She loved it, craved it, it made her wild and that only spurred me on more. I cupped her breast and lowered my mouth onto it, sucking hard.

Her hips bucked and her head went back as she cried out. Her hands went into my hair, fingers sliding through the strands and pulling. Fuck me, it was one of the best feelings in the world. That pain and pleasure, the animalistic need pushing us both to near violence in the most erotic way. The harder the better as far as I was concerned.

The breast which wasn't getting sucked to high heavens was rolled in my palm, squeezed, and then I slapped her nipple just hard enough for the sound to resonate. Kinsley convulsed, her lips parting on an O and her throaty moan making me unravel.

"Harder," she ordered, her fist tight in my hair.

I slapped her nipple again, sucking hard on the other. Her thighs clamped tight around my waist.

"Harder."

This is what I lived for, meeting her boundaries, letting her push herself and following until she reached her cap. I'd go as far as she wanted me to and no further.

I slapped her harder, the sting cracking the air around us. Her entire frame arched on a long winded moan that made me feral.

"Again, Phoenix. Slap me hard."

I did, over and over, switching which nipple I sucked and which I slapped until she was practically a writhing mess beneath me. I knew she was on the edge, close to coming and so I went down, ripping her underwear down her legs as I did. My cock was a throbbing pain in my sweat pants but I knew I'd get my turn soon enough.

She pushed my head down, showing me where she wanted me to go. Not that she had to ask, I loved eating her pussy until she came all over me.

"Eat me out until I come," she said, her voice a breathy panting ode to my own heart.

"Yes ma'am."

Kinsley went for her own breasts once I left them, rolling her nipples between her fingers while I spat on her pussy. She threw her legs over my shoulders and my hands gripped the outside of her thighs, holding them apart. She was a glistening work of art, her folds drenched.

Holding her strong legs was such a privilege, such an honor. The shape of them, the lines that trailed her hips and thighs, so beautiful and evident of a body doing what a body is supposed to do as a woman grows. Each mark on her skin was unique to her, just her, she was the only one of her kind and I loved that she was all mine.

I sucked her clit, my tongue went low, low enough to touch her asshole before I dragged it up the center and sucked again.

"Mmm, Phoenix," she pulled my hair so hard it stung and I wanted her to do it again.

The best part about having sex with Kins has always been how vocal she is. How she moans her pleasure, how she tells me what she wants and how she wants it. She's not afraid to communicate what she likes and she never has been. It's made it fucking spectacular in getting to know each other's bodies.

"Baby," she whimpered while I flicked her clit with my tongue. "Baby, I want to sit on your face."

She didn't have to ask me twice. While we switched positions, I took my sweats and jocks off, springing free. The apartment was full of natural day light but the windows were private, tinted to not let the outside in. I lay back on the couch and Kins swung her leg over my head, lowering her pussy to my face and I watched, anticipation making me thirsty as fuck.

"Mhmm, come here," I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her onto me, tongue immediately sucking her in. I could stop breathing and I wouldn't complain, not when I had her fantastic ass seated over me, her delicious folds on my lips and tongue.

She leaned over and I almost came the second she wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked my dick into her lips. Her hand cupped my balls, her throat took me deep and I was sure there was no other feast I'd rather have than this one. My hands went wild, moving up and over her legs, hips and coming down hard on her ass.

Her whimpering vibrated on my cock as I slapped her cheeks and licked her from rim to clit. She was on the edge and I was most definitely on the edge.

Like fuck did I want to come before I'd been inside her though. One hand still on her ass, I used the other to grab her hair and pulled her off my dick before I blew my load.

She grunted, disappointment mixed with her arousal. I didn't let her go though, holding her hair back, I licked her so furiously that her panting and moaning became silent gasps for release. With her back arched, her hands resting on my stomach and her head tipped back, I hit that sweet spot, the bundle of nerves that made her scream for me. My name pouring out of her filthy mouth.

Sitting up, I quickly threw her forward and knelt with one leg on the sofa and the other on the floor. Kins, got the memo and pushed her bare ass into the air, her face on the cushions. Her round backside was covered in hand prints and I planned on leaving more. Wetness dripped down the middle of her legs and I ran a finger over her clit which made her convulse.

"Come on," she whined in that sexual plead I adored. "Fuck me."

I groaned, fisting my cock in my palm behind her. I was worried, as I often was, about how long I would last once I slid inside of her.

"Where do you want my load, baby," I slapped her ass, palming it after and rubbing it better.

"On my tits."

I slapped her again and then thrust inside of her, the feeling immediately made my balls go tight and I whooshed out a harsh breath. Like everything else, I felt like my dick was made for her pussy. Nothing had ever fit like this.

Sliding in and out, I went slow at first, keeping an even tempo so that I didn't come too fast. Kinsley and I were in love and she made me feel like this soft, mush of a man whenever I thought about our lives together. But in bed, in this place where we let our inhibitions go and felt the raw and natural instinct of lust and desire, we became a tangle of filth and fucking.

That worked for us. We trusted each other and we appreciated the safety of our sex and the things we enjoyed. There was no shame or ridicule when it came to preferences. There were so many things we still hadn't ventured into but that was the thing about Kins, she was always up for something new.

As I sped up, Kinsley turned into a mewling kitten, her panting high pitched and desperate as she pushed her ass back at me. "Fuck me harder."

I grunted and slapped her ass, speeding up and thrashing inside of her so hard all that could be heard was our ragged breaths and skin hitting skin. Yeah, I wasn't going to last much longer, which used to humiliate me, but Kins said she preferred it fast, hard and rough. As long as she got to finish, she didn't care if it didn't go on forever.

Foreplay was definitely her favorite part.

Pulling out, I gripped her hips and flipped her over, her tits were bouncing as I put her legs around me and slid back inside. She was the picture of perfection, her hair splayed out around her head, her breasts bouncing as I thrust the fuck out of her. Her suckable lips formed in an O. Wrapping a hand around her throat, I squeezed the sides and watched her pleasure filled face.

"That feel good, baby?" I panted, my hand looked so big around her throat.

"Yeah, baby," she whimpered. "It feels so fucking good."

"I'm going to blow all over your tits in a minute."

She moaned, the sound stretching. "Yeah, uh huh. All over me."

My hand shifted from her throat to her jaw and I pushed my thumb in between her lips. She looked straight at me and sucked hard, her tongue swirling around my thumb as I pushed it in deep.

I could feel it coming, the tightening in my stomach, the pressure in my balls, it was reaching climax and I put my hand back around her throat, squeezing again as I slid my dick out of her, fisted it and pumped at her chest. Come flew in spurts while I held her throat and dripped all over her breasts. She was breathing so hard, gasps of absolute delight and pleasure as she moaned.

"Yes," she breathed, head thrown back. "Yes, all over me."

"Yeah, baby, it's all fucking over you."

She lightly giggled, lifting her head after I let her throat go. Inspecting her breasts, she ran her finger through the mess and stuck it in her mouth. Fuck me.

"Babe," I dropped my head, insatiable. "You'll make me hard again."

"Here's hoping."

Kinsley and I decided together, that it was time we stop worrying over public appearances. We were getting married and we didn't need to hide our relationship anymore.

No, we didn't have to make a big announcement or debut ourselves but our first step was going down to the bar to get dinner.

Mom waited at the apartment, she claimed exhaustion from spending the entire afternoon with Ash. I couldn't work out what was so exhausting about sitting and watching three hours worth of San Diego 2012 comic con footage together, but I suspect my sister forced mom into the most grating hobby she could find on purpose.

Comic con Supernatural panels were Ash's favorite. Jensen Ackles is the greatest man alive, his humor and his voice and his friendship with Sam Pad-something. None of these opinions are my own, I've just also been forced into watching these fucking highlights with Ash before. It's one of her favorite past times.

Kins and I walked down the moderately paced sidewalk hand in hand. The store fronts were alight, casting a glow on the pavement in front of us. The loud thud of nightlife bumped under our feet and cold billows of air clouded together in front of us.

My fiancee, wearing her favorite pink beanie and matching scarf looked up at me. "Thanks for taking care of my heart."

There's absolutely nothing better than her unexpected declarations of love. Because I know that's what that is. Her way of telling me she loves me and more.

"It's an honor."

She leaned her head on my shoulder, the pom pom on her beanie bouncing with her step. Every day she opened up a little bit more, she became a little more trusting, a little more vocal. I never made a big deal about it out loud because she got flustered and frustrated if I did. But fuck, did I cherish hearing her words and the undertone of vulnerability it took to tell me them.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I couldn't stop grinning like a love struck fool. The first time I heard this girl's hoarse voice, there were a million things I wanted to hear come out of her mouth.

I love you has been the best so far.

Along with her screaming 'harder' and 'faster' and an assortment of other filthy words.

It'd be scary how much happiness I've placed in this woman's hands, if it weren't so worth the risk of having her leave and take my heart with her.

This woman though, she's made of loyalty, it runs in her veins, in all aspects of her life. Her sister, her niece, her job, her friendships. Even her past relationships received the best of her heart and she stuck around until she was disrespected. And then she had the self respect to leave.

I would never give her a reason to walk, which is why I'm so confident giving her my most vulnerable parts.

When we got to the bar, I held the door open and the warmth, aroma and noise greeted us. The big screen had a pre season match on, between Canucks and Rangers. The tall wooden tables were covered in pint glasses, rambunctious fans, hot meals and laughter.

The bar was lined with stools and most of them were occupied with more people standing in between them ordering drinks or food.

We'd placed our order ahead so we went straight to the bar, weaving around the tables and waitresses holding trays of food. Kins watched a basket of fries floating past her and licked her lips.

I was vaguely aware of the staring, doing my best to ignore it as Kinsley leaned over the bar and shouted to the waitress that we had an order to go. The waitress finished filling up a glass of Heinekin and came closer, wiping her hand on a rag. I stood beside my girl, resting a hand on the bar, caging her in.

"We have an order for Kinsley Maverick."

My attention snapped toward her and she laughed, doing her best to ignore me while she talked to the waitress.

"It's for two of the steak specials and a vegan risotto with a side of fries."

The waitress let us know that she'd be right back and took a swift exit to the kitchen. I always admired how waiters moved through establishments like this. There was a graceful speed to their walk, purposeful, almost a glide. I had a lot of respect for that sort of calculated grace.

"Kinsley Maverick," I grinned, feeling my dick which came to life as soon as she said those words.

She turned to me. "I'm choosing to flaunt it."

"You've me the happiest man in the world."

Kins smiled, now facing me with her back to the bar. She looked around and I watched her brows furrow, her plush lips turning down. "Well, we've been noticed. You're not a fan favorite around here, huh."

I did a quick sweep at some of the blatant distaste coming from a few of the patrons. "I'm the literal enemy."

Some douche bag behind me with a buzz cut and a tank top on, scoffed. I noticed him and his buddies as soon as we walked in, snacking on peanuts and drowning in beer while they watched the game.

This wasn't a new experience, it came with living in Vancouver, home of the Canucks, rather than back in Alberta where I ought to be. Some people were die hard to a fault and forgot to remember I'm a human being, not just the color I wear.

Kins, my firecracker, gave the baldie a harsh scowl.

"Cute," I kissed her cheek. "Who would've thought you'd ever get your heckles up for a Flame, hmm?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't remind me, I'm a traitor."

The douche bag, who I assumed thought he was being funny and talking to his friends, said something I didn't quite catch the full extent of. But it was along the line of 'selling out for dick'. I could take whatever he wanted to throw at me, but not Kinsley. I couldn't fucking stand it when people came for her.

I twisted, hand still on the bar, arm in front of Kins and peered over my shoulder. "Problem?"

He was wasted, that much was obvious. Not that I had a problem with people going down to their local to sink a few and watch a game, it was a good past time. If you were going to do that though, best you know how to act when you're half cut.

"You got big balls walking up in here, red," he slurred, standing beside two other men who laughed, but had the common sense to keep quiet.

"I'm not on the ice," I said, feeling Kins burning a hole in this bastard. It'd be just like her to start popping off and causing a scene. "Keep the heckling for an actual game, dude. It's childish otherwise."

"Go home, red," the man slurred, arrogance in his tone as if he were some mature macho for being the bigger man and giving me a chance to walk.

Kins, as suspected, had something to say. "We have just as much right to be here as you. Eat your peanuts and shut the fuck up."

Baldie laughed, his rooster neck flapping as he looked at his mates. "Far out, a bitch will bark for some dick these days. He's not the only man who will fuck you sweetheart, don't be too loud."

She smiled, not a sweet smile, the one that warned me she was about to do something heinous. Deserved, but heinous.

"Woof woof," she said as she grabbed the beer tap from behind the bar and aimed it at his face. The stream went straight past me and I watched him splutter and raise his hands, doing his best to protect himself from the blast.

In terms of retaliation, it's not the most violent thing I've ever seen her do, in fact, I'd say it's harmless and I planned on paying for the beer until baldie shoved me in the back so hard, I flew into Kins, knocking the tap out of her hand.

I tried to reach for her, stabilize her footing before she went down. But it happened too fast. She fell backward and I heard her head hit the side of the wooden stool beside her.

"Kins?" I shouted, looking at her unconscious on the floor, kneeling beside her. "Kins?"

I was aware of panic happening around us, moving feet crowded my peripheral as I checked her head for blood. There was none. Baldie was over my shoulder then, his drunk breath invading my nostrils and boiling my blood.

"Oh, mate, I—"

"Get the fuck out of my face," I growled, not looking at him because I might just kill the bastard. "Someone call an ambulance!"

Kinsley was still unresponsive as I checked her pulse and breathing, both were working, which I thanked God for as I scooped her up and finally noticed that the entire bar was watching us now.

"Forget the ambulance,' I said to no one in particular, though one waitress holding her cellphone to her ear told me the paramedics were on the line. "Forget it, I'll get her to the hospital myself."

And I did.

I drove faster than fucking lightening and I felt relief like I've never felt before when we arrived and she stirred awake as I lifted her out of the backseat, a few nurses waiting with a stretcher in the ER bay.

The relief didn't even waiver when she looked at me with confusion, no idea who I was. She'd remember soon, she was confused, concussed no doubt.

She'd remember me soon.

Except, she didn't.