"That is not my name, Drizella." He growled, angered by the fact that it was not his name leaving my lips.

"Stone, fuck, Stone." I released, letting my forehead rest against his "I am yours."

We were not conventional. We did not fit together. But we made it work.

I palmed his back and wrapped my legs closer to him while I whispered breathily "My boyfriend fucks me so good that nothing else could compare."

A claiming roar left his mouth as he slammed into me deeper than ever before.

His neck tendons looked ready to break and his veins went so thick that I did not know where they started and ended.

"Fuck yes. He does." He grounded out in his deep masculine throaty voice "I always leave my girl satisfied. Every fucking time."

Sex was not just about pleasure. It was about love. It was about trust. Both people are left vulnerable and bare. Both need to give and take and revel in each other.

I stared into Stone's eyes. I never wanted to leave his sight.

This was the place I wanted to stay for the rest of my life.

Stars in the obsidian orbs and stars in my vision due to the intense feeling became hard to tell apart. They were one and the same now.

We were one.

Stone walked with my form in his arms to the next nearest surface. He was still lodged deep inside of me when my back touched the cold hard surface of the wall.

My shaky weak knees hugged his body and my back arched off the wall in the need to be closer to him. I dug my nails into his back as I felt the tears roll down my face.

I did not want it to end.

The hot vibrations grew to a rapid pace. His deep groaning mixed with my screams made a perfect sympathy.

"Too good. Too good." I sobbed, my lip wobbling "I can't, Stone, I can't."

Calloused palms cupped my cheek and wiped away the tears of joy that ran down my face. He continued to do it while uttering sweet yet dirty nothings to me.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Valentine Stone was breath-taking.

"You are so beautiful, Drizella." He rasped out, his gaze zoning in onto my face and capturing me.

He claimed me. Over and over again.

"I can't." I moaned again "Too good."

"One more." He commanded, his hand moving up and resting on my neck "Want to turn you fucking limp."

He drove deep into me. Deeper and deeper. Then he stopped. He stilled and then he shuddered violently with a roar.

I writhed under his exhilarating attack. My string of screams lingered in the air as he moaned gutturally against my forehead.

He was filling all of me. My body. My mind. My heart. My soul.