“Shh.” He touched a finger to her lips. “Don’t ever hesitate to speak your mind. I want to know what you’re thinking and how you see things. You’re right, I tend to have a one-track mind, and I can’t pretend to know the challenges of the women unless one or a few of them tell me what they need. Believe it or not, no one has ever said what you did tonight, and I want to thank you for that.”

She took his hand and pulled him until he climbed onto the bed at her side. “I can’t believe them. I would have told you right off, but really it was Stella who helped me get better. I think she’d make a great trainer.”

His eyebrows went up. “Stella?”

“I know, right? Surprised me too that we’ve become so close, but we have, and she’s great. Give her a chance, Toron. For me?”

He kissed he

r lips. “Whatever you want. Now say it plainly.”

“Say what plainly?”

“Tell me you love me, and that you’ll be my mate forever.”

Sienna curled her lips. “I don’t remember mentioning love.”

He pushed her to her back and trailed a hand down her side. Sparks of desire ignited inside her. “Tell me, or no nookie for you.”

She burst out laughing, a sound that was choked off when he shoved her dress up her thigh, pushed her panties aside, and stuck a finger into the wetness already gathering there. Sienna gasped and moaned. “You couldn’t deny yourself, let alone me.”

“Tell me you love me, Sienna.” His voice rumbled at her cheek where he rested his mouth. He began stroking two fingers in and out of her at an unhurried pace. Sienna’s teeth chattered, and her lashes fluttered downward despite her best efforts to keep her eyes open. “Mm. I-I love you.”

“Toron.”

“Toron,” she echoed.

“Good, girl. Do you like where my hand is?”

Sienna struggled to keep her head on straight. Her legs had parted on their own, and she raised her hips to get Toron to go deeper. Still, the disappointment of not hearing him say the most important words back to her took away a part of her enjoyment.

“Toron.”

“Hm?” He stuck another finger into her and pushed the two to his knuckles then withdrew. When he was all the way out, he ran his moist fingers over her clit and pinched it between two digits. She whimpered. “Did I forget something, baby?”

She squirmed. “Toron…you…”

He pulled her knees closer together and jerked her panties down her legs. The next time he spread her thighs, he had his pants open and his thick shaft poised at her opening. Sienna gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into the thin material of his shirt. She didn’t recallwhen he had shed his jacket and didn’t care.

Toron pierced her channel, and she gasped. He seized the back of one knee and hoisted it higher. All nine inches of his dick sank into her softness, and she moaned. Sienna thrust at his chest, but she couldn’t fight the sensations ripping away her control.

“Sienna.”

“No.” She buried her face into his shoulder. He hadn’t begun moving allthough he sat as deep as he could go. She bit her lip as the fullness overwhelmed her.

“Sienna,” he murmured into her hair.

She turned her head toward him, and his warm lips met hers. Sienna commanded herself not to stick her tongue out to meet his, but she did it anyway. His scent, his taste, everything about him was addicting. Sienna clung to his broad shoulders and wrapped her feet around his legs. He settled more comfortably on top of her, and she knew an orgasm hurtled close to the surface. At any second, she would come unhinged.

“My love.” His voice alone seemed to stir her climax, and it broke, tightening her core and bringing with it such pleasure, she had trouble drawing in a breath. “Sienna, I love you.”

She came. Screaming. Desperate. Untamed.

The End

About the Author

Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at