'Thank God, indeed.'

  His arms darted out and he pulled her across the fort, kissing her hard. The platter of food and drinks was brushed aside and she was pinned into the comfort of the pillows and blankets. She felt his hands hover over her b.r.e.a.s.ts, grabbing them as he probed into her mouth.

  She, on the other hand, reached for his t-shirt and tried to bring it up his head. He quickly let her go, helping her take it off. As he did so, his muscles flexed and she watched in fascination. She was staring at the perfect body of a god. She only snapped out of it when he pulled her back, threading his fingers into her hair and kissing her again. The kiss was hot and needy, leaving no room for her to escape… not that she wanted to.

  She m.o.a.ned softly and rubbed herself against him, letting him know that this was exactly what she wanted. She sounded so wanton, but she felt unashamed because he was the one who had turned her into this.

  He suddenly stopped kissing her. He pulled her and with hazy eyes Katherine looked at him in bewilderment.

  "Are you sure?" he asked, panting. It should have been a statement more than a question. She had to answer though, just to ensure that he knew 100% that she wanted this.

  "Cage. I want you. Please." The begging really drove the point. She sounded like she was begging, but she really was. She was begging.

  "I want you so much, little girl." He stroked her cheek. "But not in here. I'll take you to bed." Katherine pouted. "What? You even have a fantasy of having s.e.x in a fort? Deviant." Cage tapped her forehead playfully. "Later," he promised.

  She could only smile at that. "You'll do that?" she asked in a childlike voice, so unlike herself.

  "Anything for you." He proclaimed. "But now, I want to make love to you. I want to treat you perfectly on our first time together."

  "I've always wanted to be carried to the bedroom." She also wanted to be carried over the threshold, but that conversation wasn't for now… or anytime soon.

  He chuckled and bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Allow me," he replied, pulling her into his arms and carrying her with no effort. With all the workout he did, it wasn't a problem for him, but damn Katherine was drooling.

  Cage was the epitome of hotness. The door to her bedroom was shut, so he could only kick it open and walk in. She held onto him tightly as he moved, until they were at the bed and he was placing her gently on top of it. Looking down at her from where he was standing, he looked like an angel. Her heart beat a mile a minute.

  No, she was not nervous. It felt just right. Cage had her heart and it was natural for him to have her body. She 'wanted' him to have her body. It wasn't some prehistoric notion of giving herself to him, but a selfish ask on her part. She wanted to feel good. She wanted to feel that connection to him.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, Cage came closer to her. In that small frame of time, a million thoughts had passed through Katherine's mind. Thoughts of insecurity and fear: what if he thought that she didn't want him? No, but she had already told him that she did. What if he was mad? What about? She had done nothing wrong.

  She was about to jump out of the bed and start talking but she feared what would come out of her mouth. Maybe she would sound absolutely insane. But as he placed his arms on either side of her, aligning his body against hers, she felt safe.

  She could feel his warmth surrounding her. She opened her mouth to his as he kissed her, gently at first and then with more greed.

  'Oh god. Finally,' she thought. It had felt like forever since they had first spoken and gotten to know each other. It hadn't been slow in the least, but the process of meeting had been long drawn out. It had only been a few months that she had known him, but it felt like forever. She longed to feel his body against hers.

  She opened her legs and made space for him to adjust. He did just that, slipping between them, right where she wanted him. His c.o.c.k was prominent and hard, and she m.o.a.ned into his mouth as he rubbed against her. The friction over their clothes was slowly driving her insane. How she wished that the layers would magically vanish and their skins would be flushed, with nothing separating them. She should have foregone the clothes altogether, been unashamed about her needs.

  He balanced himself on one hand and put another on her neck, slowly drawing circles and moving down her skin to her collarbone. She felt goosebumps rise at the simplest and most innocent touch and she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. As her hand travelled to his muscular back, she could feel the flex of his muscles under her touch. Against the assault of his lips, she could only m.o.a.n.

  He moves slowly, kissing and suckling on her lips and carrying the assault to her jaw and sideburn. What should have been uns.e.xy turned into something so e.r.o.t.i.c that she couldn't wrap her mind around it. As his breath fanned against her ear, she shivered with need. He kissed the back of her neck, whispering her name before he did so.

  She prayed to the lord that she would survive and not faint from the sheer intensity of the situation. Cage had barely touched her and it already felt like the best thing that had happened to her. She had never felt his good before. He was worshipping her, she realized.

  His lips slowly wrapped around her earlobe and he bit in gently. He chuckled when she squeaked and whispered in her ear again. "Do you want to say something?" She felt the words throughout her body. She felt it inside her, right where she wanted his c.o.c.k.