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  “I never want to go back to that apartment.” Her smile turns into a frown and I don't like seeing that at all.

  “Baby if you don't want to go there again, we won't. We can stay here until I can have a house built for us.” She smiles again. Thank fuck.

  “Why don't we have one built big enough for all of us? I don't like being far from my sister.” I don't like being far from Dagger either. Originally he had this house built with me in mind to live in this room. That is why there are two wings on opposite sides of the house. I am the one who decided to get an apartment so that his family didn't happen upon my toys and learn of my proclivities.

  “I will talk to Dagger about it.” I lay her head on my chest. I know I am about ready to pass out again and I want her near me.

  “Don't leave me.” I tell her as my eyelids grow heavy.

  “I am not leaving. I will be right here when you wake up.” She kisses me softly on the lips and a I sigh in relief that she is in my arms as I fall asleep. I probably fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  Chapter 8.

  I follow behind Dagger as he leads me around the house. He shows me where everything is. He has such a lovely home. I can see myself here. I know it will disappoint mum that we stay here, but this is where both of our Ones are and they both have careers they need to have. I am currently between projects so I am free to move. I am sure Hope will want to move here to be near James.

  I worry about those two. I wonder if he even realizes yet that he loves her and that it is okay to love so quickly. That always seems to be the hang up with humans. They think love happens over time when it can happen in seconds for a Psion. The imprint ensures that. I would like to think that even without it I would have been drawn to Dagger.

  He stops at the last door and I know it's his bedroom. My heart rate spikes as I think of what is going to happen. I know he wants it. Psions move quickly when they find their One. Even knowing that I am still fearful. I have never even kissed a boy until Dagger. I never wanted any kind of intimacy with anyone when I knew I could easily control their actions. I could even do it inadvertently.

  Once when I was sixteen there was this girl who picked on me relentlessly. Molly Richard. Now I know it was out of jealousy, but then it just hurt. She would call me names and say mean things to me. I was standing in the halls when the captain of the football team stopped in front of Molly Richard. I knew he was planning to ask her out. I thought to myself, how funny would it be if he asked her if I would be interested in going to the dance with him. Just a thought and it actually happened. I accidentally placed the thought in his head. I knew she liked him and it was petty to even think it.

  I felt so bad that I had caused such a thing to happen that I made him play it off as a joke and made myself look bad. After that it was a running joke to want to date me. Teenagers are cruel.

  When I was in college whenever a guy asked me out I would say no but sometimes I would inadvertently send them away with an aversion to being around me. After that they would literally run from me. I actually thought it was funny at first but then when it was multiple guys running all over campus, it got old and hurtful. Even though it was my doing.

  Dagger opens the door for me and waits for me to walk past him. I brush past him and what I see when I step inside makes my jaw drop. It is the bed I have been dreaming of. I even drew it a couple of times. I always thought that when I found my One I would buy this bed to share with him. It is a large California king four poster with a low hanging canopy of white translucent material. It is more breathtaking than I had imagined.

  “I kept dreaming of this bed.” He shakes his head as he walks over to it.

  “James even made fun of me when I described the bed I wanted. I just knew I needed it for my One.” I stare up at him as tears pool in my eyes. We are that connected that I was able to plant this bed in his head without even meeting him yet. I frown. I hope I have not been putting thoughts in his head.

  “What's the matter?” He tilts my head back with his fingers under my chin.

  “Did I place these thoughts in your head. I don't want you to be with me because I control you.” He shakes his head.

  “You know fate doesn't work that way. Go ahead and try to make me do something I don't want to do.” I swallow hard. He doesn't understand what it is like to hate your gift. It is becoming increasingly difficult to control. I know a lot of that was not having him to ground me. I never want to doubt him. I never want to believe he is forced in any way. I could never live with myself.

  I look him directly in the eye and push my thoughts at him. “You want to do the chicken dance. You do don't you.” I think over and over until he starts laughing.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Chicken dance? Really?” He laughs again and pulls me into him.

  “I could hear you but that was all. Now do you believe me?” I breathe a sigh of relief. Never have I been so happy as I am in this moment. I start laughing with him because it feels good. It is healing and cathartic in a way nothing else could have been. I lean into him as I catch my breath and he wraps his arms around me. It feels so right being in his arms. These are the arms I dreamed of holding me. Our future starts now. I am excited and a little fearful, but in a good way.

  I look up into his eyes and all laughter ceases. He takes my mouth with his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. I moan as his tongue tangles with mine. He tastes so good. I know in this moment that I will always crave him and need to be with him.

  He growls softly when my hands trace his chest and down his defined stomach. My man is definitely gorgeous. I can't wait to taste his skin.

  “I need you.” He says as he pulls back enough to pull his shirt over his head. I lean in a swipe my tongue across his nipple. He does taste good. I moan as I go back for more. I lick a trail from one nipple to the other. He doesn't stop me so I become even more bold. I run my tongue down the ridge between his rows of abdominal muscles to his belly button. I stick my tongue inside of it and swirl it around. I notice that the top of his cock is now coming out of the top of his jeans. I lick the tip to gather the pearl of liquid at the top.

  “Shit.” He shouts as a bunch of his pearly essence shoots out onto my chin. I pull back as more shoots out and falls to the floor. I look up at him as he moans and pants as more cum comes out. He is cumming. That's what is happening. Isn't he supposed to do that inside of me? Did I mess up somehow?

  “I'm sorry.” I whisper as I look away from him. I can't believe I already messed this up. He pulls me up into his arms.

  “Why are you sorry?” He is looking at me with concern.

  “I am sorry I did that. I just wanted to know how you taste.” My cheeks are hot with my embarrassment.

  “You did perfectly and me cumming like that is a good thing. It means I really liked what you did. I am the one who should be embarrassed. I am the one who came like a teenager.” He doesn't look embarrassed.

  “Yeah right. You don't look like it. You seem pretty happy with yourself.” He smiles down at me.

  “My One makes me cum with a swipe of her tongue. I am deliriously happy.” I smile.

  “Really?” He grunts and looks down at the mess of cum on the floor and then his still hard cock.

  “Oh yeah babe.” I look back up at him and smile. He takes his thumb and wipes his cum from my chin. I lean forward and suck it off his thumb. I hum softly at his musky flavor.

  “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He says with a groan. He pulls my head back and kisses me again as if he can't get enough of me. I can't get enough of him so we are in the same boat. I lean back and pull my shirt over my head. He reaches behind my back and unsnaps my bra. I let both fall to the floor.

  “Holy fuck.” He says as he looks at my breasts. I hope that means he likes what he sees. He wastes no time pulling me to him, dropping his head and latching on to one of my nipples. I moan as I cradle his head. I arch my back and thrust my breast further into his mouth. T
he tingling sensation of desire is becoming unbearable. I need friction or something. I rub my legs together and it only increases my need.

  “Dagger.” I say urgently as he switches breast. I mewl in need and try to pull his head back. He growls like a dog with his favorite bone.

  “Dagger. Please.” He pulls back.

  “What is it babe?” I rub my legs together again and whine. He smiles.

  “Don't worry babe. I will take care of you.” He says. He unsnaps my pants and slides the zipper down. He drops to his knees and pulls off my shoes and socks. I run my fingers through his hair. It is so soft and smells like citrus and mint. He pulls my pants over my hips and down my legs. He makes a strange noise in the back of his throat when he sees that I am not wearing underwear. I don't wear them unless I am in a dress or skirt. He brushes his nose against my mound and inhales the scent of my arousal. I blush.

  When I am completely nude, he stands and walks me to the bed. He pulls back the sheets and blanket and lays me down. He looks at my body in wonder and I feel my body heat from his admiration.

  Is it any wonder that men and women have killed for this. This is absolutely worth the wait. He is so beautiful and masculine at the same time. I want to lick him some more.

  He pulls my legs apart and I try to cover myself with my hand. I feel self conscious. He moves my hand and looks at me down there. He licks his lips and my heart leaps into over drive. He can make me this desperate with only a look. I am in trouble

  Chapter 9.

  Looking down at her naked is like seeing your first sunrise. The beauty is almost blinding in its radiance. I lean forward and run my finger down her entire body memorizing the softness. Goose bumps follow a trail I leave behind. I am a very lucky man.

  I pull her legs apart and she tries to cover her pussy from my view. I grab her hand and move it. I look up into her eyes and show her just how hungry I am for her. She shivers. I lick my lips as I blow hot breath across her mound.

  “You got to taste me. Now it is my turn.” I drive my tongue into her folds. She moans and her hips thrust forward to meet my tongue. I growl as I get my first taste of her sweetness. I knew she would be this good. I knew I would be addicted to the way she tastes. This is what I am craving and what I will come back for time and time again. I thrust tongue into her channel and bump her clitoris with my nose. She mewls, letting me know she likes what I am doing. I pull my tongue out of her tight pussy and slide a finger inside. She is so damn tight. I am not a small man. I am going to have to prepare her well. I push my finger in and out of her as I suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out.

  I slip another finger inside of her and scissor them as I flick her button with my tongue until her pussy tightens around my fingers and she shouts my name. Her pussy bathes my fingers with her tasty juice. I feel her throbbing around me and I can't wait to feel it on my cock. I continue until she falls back onto the bed limp and sated. I pull my fingers out and lick her creamy nectar off of them. Waste not. She watches me with half lidded eyes.

  I climb her body and line my cock up to her entrance.

  “Keep your eyes on me.” I tell her as I push inside of her. She is so tight. I clench my teeth to keep from cumming again. I have never wanted someone with this intensity and I have never felt anything this good. I push in slowly an inch at a time until I reach her barrier. That thin piece of flesh protecting her innocence.

  “This is going to hurt a little.” I tell her. I don't ever want to hurt her. If there was any other way, I would do it. I draw back slightly and force my way through her barrier. I groan when I am fully seated inside of her. Perfection. She fits me snugly and I fight for air. I am trying desperately to hold still and not take her the way I want to. It is a good thing I came once already or I would have already. I am close as it is.

  She runs her nails down my back and my self control snaps. I start moving rapidly taking her far harder than I should. I try to rein it in, I promise I do, but then she bites me and I go at her harder. Stop. Stop, I tell myself over and over again until I feel the most miraculous thing. Her pussy is tightening and she is mewling. She is about to cum. Thank the deities for mercy. I pound into her as she cries out and her pussy ripples and tightens almost painfully around my dick pulling the cum from my body. Demanding my surrender. I give in and let the orgasm wash over me. I pump my hips as I shout her name. Her name is like a prayer on my lips as I have the most euphoric orgasm of my life.

  I roll to the side taking her with me. I pull out of her slowly so I don't hurt her any worse than I probably already have. I wince when she winces. I took her like a rutting bull her first time out of the gate.

  I rest my forehead against hers.

  “I am sorry.” I tell her softly.

  “For what?” She asks as I stroke her back. She has beautiful skin. Ah hell, she has beautiful everything and I just can't seem to stop touching her. My cock is already hard again or never really went down. Either way I am going to end up scaring her away.

  “I took you too roughly. I never want to hurt you.” I look away from her penetrating eyes.

  “You weren't too rough. I'm not made out of spun glass you know.” I push her hair out of her face and look into her eyes.

  “Can you honestly say I didn't hurt you?” I ask her. She winces and that was answer enough for me. I go to pull away and she grabs me by the arm.

  “Of course it hurt. You had to break that nasty piece of skin but then it felt really good.” She blushes. I pull her back into my arms and kiss her. This woman completes me in every way. I never knew such peace and pleasure. I will forever remember this day. Shit. Gage is right ,we turn soft when we find our Ones. So completely worth it.

  I get up and carry her to the bathroom for a hot soak to relax her muscles and hopefully help with the pain. I sit her inside before I search out some Advil. I give her two tablets and a glass of water before I shut the water off. She smiles up at me. I get on my knees to bathe her. She will feel cherished and loved if I have anything to say about it. She will always know how I feel about her.

  Chapter 10.

  I am at that seedy hotel again, only it's not the young idiot who lured young women out of clubs for a human trafficking ring. No in his place is Aaron. I stare down into his glassy, unseeing eyes.

  “No.” I say to the corpse.

  “No.” It changes into Dagger.

  “NO!” I collapse to my knees. Not Dagger.

  “Fuck No.” It warps again into Hope and I feel my heart fall from my chest.

  “NO! NO! NO!” I am screaming now as I tear the hair from my head. I will never survive her death. I may as well lay down beside her and allow the useless muscle in my chest to cease. I scream her name until I feel someone shaking my shoulders.

  “James. Baby. Wake up. It's just a bad dream. I am right here.” Her words finally penetrate the fog and I pull her into my arms and breathe in her sweet scent. Fuck. That dream sucked. I know now what she means to me though. I will move heaven to earth to make her happy and keep her safe. She is my One. I finally understand the meaning behind having a One.

  I pull her into me and hold her close as my heart beat returns to normal. Fucking hell. Her breast smash against my chest and I feel her nipples pebble. There goes my heart again, racing to get closer to her. How could one person mean so much, so fast? I run my fingers through her silky black hair. I give it a quick yank and she moans. That's my baby.

  I take her mouth in a deep kiss. I swirl my tongue with hers until we are both panting. I tighten my hand in her hair until she mewls into my mouth. I pull back and look into her half glazed eyes.

  “Take your clothes off.” I tell her as I help her stand.

  “Wha...”

  “You heard me. Take off your clothes. Now.” I tell her sternly. She shivers letting me know she likes being dominated. Thank fuck. She bites her lip for a moment in indecision.

  “Now. Do not make me ask again or you get spanked.” I tell her as I eye her l
ike she is my prey. She blushes as she starts slowly unbuttoning her blouse. My cock hardens as she takes her time. It is like the worlds shiest strip tease and it is turning me on more than any professional could. Her timid hands move slowly yet sensually. I wonder if she even realizes how much she is baiting the lion right now.

  She throws her shoulders back letting the material fall to the floor. She stands straight and sure of herself yet the trembling of her fingers shows her nerves. Her breast are larger than I initially thought they would be. My dick is drooling now as it leaks all over my shorts. I have never been this turned on.

  She reaches back, unhooks her bra and unleashes the most beautiful breasts in this world. They are medium sized but full and round. Her nipples pucker and point at me. Inviting me to taste them. I lick my lips, imagining their berry flavor. She lets the bra slide down her arms as I groan and pull my cock from my shorts to give him a stroke or two. Her eyes drop to my hand and she wets her lips with her tiny pink tongue and I nearly cum. She is fucking potent.

  Her breasts sway slightly as she unbuttons her pants and slides the zipper down. I watch her in anticipation. I wonder if it is hairy or shaved. I cant stand women that shave their pussy. I don't want to think of them as a child. I want a woman. I do prefer it trimmed close though. I hate for it to get in the way.

  She pushes her pants over her hips and down her legs. Now she stands before me in only a pair of thin cotton panties. Sweet virginal panties that make me harder than the finest silk could. Who would have thought her innocence would be such a turn on.

  “Come here.” I motioned her over with my finger. She walks over to me and I sit up on the edge of the bed. I pulled off my boxers and spread my legs making room for her.

  “What do we have in here?” I asked as I hooked my thumbs in the sides of her panties and slide them down to her knees. Hairy but neatly trimmed. Perfect.

  Everything about this woman calls to me. It is as though she was created just for me. I rest my head against her flatly, toned belly and inhale the scent of her arousal. I growl as I shove my tongue into her folds.