“Angel…” his voice collapses a little. And he buries his head in my neck. “I love you too. I love you more than anything on this earth. You know that, right? I loved you from the start.”

I nod with tears welling in my eyes. I’m too overcome to answer with words. My dangerous biker. My crazy criminal. My Waylon.

I’ve stopped caring if I have Stockholm Syndrome or if any of this makes sense. All I know is what I tell him out loud, “I love you. I love you so much.”

He’s tired, but I reach between our bodies and bring him out, and of course…

Of course, he’s already hard. He stays this way for me, no matter how tired he gets. That’s how crazy and stupid our love is.

I take his cock in my hand and lift up, guiding it toward my center.

He groans when I drag the hood of him between my folds, but reminds us, “Condom.”

He begins to reach into that bottomless jacket he’s wearing, but I stop his hand, bring it to my breast instead. “No! No! I want you, Waylon. I want all of you. Please!”

I sound desperate and needy. But I need him to understand. I need him to understand that I want all of him. His town. His love. His trust. His children. Everything. Everything he has to give.

“Fuck, angel, yes!” he answers, his voice coarse and rough. He cups my ass to lift me up and plunges my pussy down on his cock.

Then he flips me onto my back and starts powering into me with a guttural roar.

It’s always been good. It’s always been good between us. Over the last three months, I’ve had a hard time even recalling that I used to be terrible in bed.

But now I know that wasn’t true. I was saving myself. Not for marriage, not for some arbitrary religion. For him. Only for him.

He calls me angel, but I want to give this devil everything. My heart. My soul.

“Take it all!” I cry out as he fucks me into the bed, shaking it on its hinges.

And he does. He hugs me tight to him again, rocking into me with hard powerful strokes as he grunts again and again, “Love you…Love you…Love you.”

We were good before. But this is next level.

And the orgasm hits me like a train.

I cry out when the climax crashes into me, and I die…I die in his arms and get reborn.

My rebirth pushes him over the edge too.

His hips power into me one last time, and he lets out a strangled shout, beating his fist on the bed next to my head.

Hot moisture fills my body. Another first. Maybe it will make a baby. Maybe it won’t.

Doesn’t matter.