Sometime, during the early morning hours, I felt Pete move next to me. He jarred me enough to make my eyes open. I smiled softly when I realized he was still holding me.

"Sorry, love," he sighed "I was trying not to wake you."

I lay there for a moment, contemplating what I should do. I felt the heat pouring off his body and the longer I did, the more I wanted him; The more I needed him. I had been strong for too long. He had admitted his feelings and damn near risked his life to protect me. Why was I going to torture myself a second longer? I rolled up on top of his waist, straddling him slowly.

"Fuck," Pete groaned, as I sat down on top of him.

"Have you even slept?" I whispered.

"I've been watchin' you," he admitted, shuffling underneath me.

My hands immediately went to the buckle on his belt. My fingers pried it open and slid it off his waist, his hips bucking up to help me get it off him.

"I missed touching you," I whispered into the dark, as I started to unzip his slacks.

"I missed every…single…inch of you," he growled, his hands reaching around to grip my ass.

I finished with his pants, wiggling them down off his hips. His dick was hard and wanting, pushing against me through his boxers.

I then went to work on the buttons of his shirt, carefully unlooping each one, as I gazed into his intense eyes. His hands came up around my back, finding the zipper to my dress.

"You looked stunnin' in this," he hissed, his fingers finding my bare skin underneath as he pushed the straps of the dress barely passed my shoulders.

"Did I?" I leaned down, my breath warm on his ear, as my fingers finished with the last button.

He sat up and I ripped the shirt down off his arms and onto the bed. My hands immediately ran over his skin and in the light that streamed through a small gap in the drapes, I realized he had a scar on his chest.

"What is this?" I gasped, my tongue darting down to lick across it.

He groaned as his fingers laced through my hair and tugged my eyes upward.

"You left it there," he gasped, his free hand sliding up my throat "The last time we were togetha."

"I marked you."

"I was glad I had it," he whispered hoarsely.

Pete raised me up by my hair and finally drew my lips to his. His mouth was searing against mine; Longing and passion spilling over. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he pulled me onto his lap. I felt my whole body become complete again. I hadn't realized it felt so broken until that very moment.

"I wanna make you cum," he gasped for breath "Right now."

"Pete," I whined, feeling heady and dazed already.

"Ova…and ova," he whispered against my skin as he sucked on the side of my neck then to the middle of my throat "And ova again."

I crawled across him, straddling his left leg and ground my body into his thick thigh. My hair fell into my eyes as I pressed my forehead against his, each movement getting more and more intense.

"Dirty, dirty lil' girl," he growled "What do you want?"

His fingers dug into my hips and I moaned. I would have bruises when I woke in the morning. I had missed them. I had missed his rough hands, his eager mouth, his dark, sexy side that made me weak for him.

"I want you to claim every part of me," I ran my finger down his jaw bone "I want to be yours. All yours."

A fire ignited in the depths of his eyes, he growled and my heart fluttered.

He stared at me, probing three of his fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around them, as they pushed further toward the back of my throat. Sucking on them, I could feel myself getting even wetter as I rocked back and forth.

His other hand moved around to slap my ass in quick, piercing movements and I buckled, my orgasm riding out with me across his bare leg.

He removed his fingers and slid them down my throat. His other hand still spanking and palming my ass.

"You have a pretty lil neck," he gasped before his teeth dug into it again with a bite below my ear.

I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it off my face as I savored the feeling of his mouth on me until he pulled away.

"Roll over," he hissed against my ear and I did as I was told.

I laid on my stomach and he held his weight up over me.

"What do ya want?" he growled "Just tell me."

"Keep spanking me," I panted, my entire body throbbing with how turned on I was.

He chuckled and raised up, his hand slamming down on my ass again. I jumped and then pushed myself up on my knees. I felt his hands take hold of my ass, pulling it toward the end of the bed.

"I missed you," I gasped, as he spanked me again "You were right…Nobody fucks me like you do."

I felt his fingers slide over my soaking wet panties and then he drew them back to hit me yet again.

"Have you been that bad, to deserve this?" he wondered, his hand rubbing my inflamed skin.

"No," I looked over my shoulder "I just like it."

"Stand up," he ordered me.

I did as he said, sliding to my feet as quickly as I could.

"Take off that dress," he stood up in front of me and ran his tongue over his parted lips.

I shimmied out of it and it hit the floor, I hadn't been wearing a bra with it.

Pete took my chin in his hand, his thumb caressing it.

"I'm yours," he whispered hoarsely "Do you believe that?"

"Yes," I gasped for air in the now stuffy room.

"And you're mine," his hand dropped from my face, sliding along the curve of my body until he reached my underwear.

"Take off your panties, love," he coaxed me.

I turned around, sliding them off my ass slowly and I heard him groan behind me.

"Like that?" I turned back around and handed them over.

"Just like that," he snarled, tossing them over his shoulder.

"You asked what I want?" I ran my finger along his lower lip "I want to suck your dick. I want to please you the way you please me."

He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face. He balled it up in his hand and lowered me to the ground.

My knees hit the carpet and I slid his boxers down around his ankles.

"My hand was getting awfully tired," he looked down at me "Takin' care of it ma self. Felt like a fuckin' virgin."

Inside, I felt relieved. The question had run through my mind if he might have had some meaningless sex over the last couple weeks. Safe to say, if Pete was admitting he had been touching himself, there was no other women.

I opened my mouth as I continued to stare up at him. He smirked, taking hold of his thick cock and shoving it into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I moaned against it.

"Eyes on me, love," he grunted, as he started to move my head in and out with his tight grip on my hair.

I stared up at him, his dick threatening to choke me with each thrust. Finally, I braced my hands on each of his thighs and dug my fingers into them. He groaned, bucking his hips against me harder.

My left hand slid over to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers and finally tugging roughly on them.

"Fuck," he moaned, his head rolling back.

I continued to do it as I kept tasting the precum in my mouth. Oddly enough, I had missed that taste. The way it felt to be on my knees before him.

"Up," he finally gasped, tugging me to my feet "I want you to cum again."

He reached for his belt on the floor and I felt my heart flutter with sheer excitement.

"Give me your hands."

I stuck them out and felt a little smile on my lips.

Pete breathed heavier, as he tightened the belt around my wrists so tight that I was pretty sure my circulation would cut off at any moment.

He pushed me back onto the bed and guided my arms above me. He positioned himself on the floor, just between my knees.

"Nobody does this better than you," I panted, as I felt his mouth start to bite it's way up the inside of my legs.

He dug into my flesh and pulled it tightly, letting it go at last and looking up at me.

"Nobody eva will," he growled.

He achingly took his time reaching the apex of my thighs, bites littered all over me.

"Pete," I squirmed on the mattress, my hands still knotted above me.

He blew on my wet core and I thought I would explode. His hot breath teasing it proficiently.

"What are you doing to me?" I panted, spreading my legs as far as I could.

He gripped my knees in his big hands and held me still.

"Don't move," he whispered, before he pressed his mouth to me.

I forced myself not to jump when his tongue hit my clit. He immediately sucked it into his mouth and his tongue flicked it rapidly.

"Shit," I gasped, throwing my head back as far as I could and rocking my hips against him.

His fingers grew more dominate, holding me down and I imagined the bruises I would find.

"Please," I gasped, desperately wanting to grab his head and push him harder against me "Please, don't stop…"

I felt myself start to tighten and finally, I spasmed underneath his tongue. He chuckled against me, his tongue lapping all the way down my thighs.

Pete crawled onto the bed and picked me up with his strong hands. He sat flat on the mattress and hovered me over his dick. Slowly he slid me down around him.

"Shit," I whimpered, as I felt him fill me after so long.

I was sitting on his lap facing him and he grabbed my tied wrists, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He kissed me, his mouth nipping at my lips. He was being almost playful. I giggled against his teeth and a tiny smile curved on his face. It quickly fell serious again and he gripped me by the waist, bouncing me feverishly on top of him.

"Oh my god," I gasped out, the feeling of him hitting my cervix making me see stars already.

"I could tell you exactly the number of minutes since I had my dick buried inside you like this," he grunted.

"Too long," I gripped my legs around his waist.

He started massaging my clit between two of his fingers and I whimpered loudly against the side of his neck.

"I want you to cum," he whispered "And cum hard."

I jerked my bound arms back against his neck and he snarled, increasing the speed he was bouncing me on top of him. Arching my back, I got a better feel of him and of his hand.

"When you cum, say my name," he urged me, his hand letting go of my waist to slide between my breasts and lightly take my throat again.

I felt his dick twitch inside me and heard his breathing quicken. His hips started to snap violently against mine. The sound pushed me over the edge.

"Pete," I gasped, pulling myself up and close to him again "Fuck…Pete…"

He groaned and I felt him release inside me. His body jerking against mine as we both tried to prolong the end to our climax.

Finally, he pulled my arms off his neck and untied the belt. His fingers ran along my wrists and surprisingly, he picked each one up in turn and kissed them.

I wiggled closer to his body, wrapping my arms back around his neck. He was so strong and so thick and so beautiful. Fucked up beyond all belief, but beautiful.

His fingers danced up my back along my spine, his warm breath hitting my shoulder, where he rested his forehead.

"You aren't going to leave are you?" I finally whispered into the darkness.

"What?"

"In the morning, are you going to be gone?"

"No, love," he ran his tongue over my shoulder, "I'm going to be here."

The tournament was amazing. The ballroom was packed and the energy was electric. Pete drew by far the most attention. It was all part of Regal's plan to get him over with the new American fans, as the newest heel in the business.

I stood backstage, taking it all in with Hunter and Finn Balor. I was intimidated when I first met him, but he was just as sweet as I thought he would be.

"He's really got somethin'," Finn assured me, as Pete finished his match with Mark.

"Kid's got loads of potential. He hasn't even tapped into all of it yet," Hunter added, his finger drumming along his chin methodically.

"Does that mean you could use him on the NXT roster?" I asked hopefully.

He smiled but didn't answer me.

The worst part was yet to come. Pete had to take the loss to Tyler. He played it perfectly but the majority of it wasn't selling it. He was legitimately pissed that he had been passed over; even if Tyler was one of the few people on earth who could truly stand him.

He came backstage, as the others moved out for the ceremony. He knocked over a chair and leaned against the wall.

"You're gonna get signed," I pressed my body against him in my little black dress "I have a really good feeling. All they've talked about is how good you are."

"Then why isn't it me out there then? Belt raised over my head? For Christ's sake, I helped train Tyler," he snarled.

"Because," I brushed his sweaty hair off his forehead "They've got big plans for you."

He was still fuming.

"Leave me alone for a few minutes, love," he sighed, his hand reaching around to lightly tap me on the ass.

I did as he asked.

"Well?"

Pete came through the door of my flat a few days later and I was literally screaming on the inside. He had just went to a meeting with the WWE executives and I had been on pins and needles.

"I'm in," he quipped, a grin spreading across his face "NXT contract."

"Are you serious?" I yelped "That's amazing!"

Suddenly, I realized what that meant. NXT contract, meant moving to the States. It meant new people, new fans, a new life. I couldn't afford to leave Progress and Pete couldn't afford not to.

"You're leaving," I sighed, dropping onto the couch. I was doing a terrible job at trying to hide my utter disappointment.

"So are you," he walked over and crouched down in front of me "I told you, as long as we were togetha, we'd go places togetha."

"What do you mean?" I shook my head.

"You got a meeting tomorrow," he smirked, standing to his feet and pulling me with him "NXT wants you, too."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing "How do you…"

"Had to ask, before I signed on the dotted line."

I pressed my lips against his and our kisses deepened into hungry gasps. Everything we had agreed on months ago, had come to fruition.

"I should reward you," I growled inside his mouth.

"How so?" he toyed with the bottom of my skirt.

"Hmm," I grabbed his hands, sliding them up further so he could feel I had no underwear on underneath.

He groaned with desire, as he picked me up and carried me toward my bedroom.

"Say it," I gasped when he tossed me on the bed.

He crawled up over me, pulling his shirt over his head. I traced the scar on his chest and looked up into his eyes.

He bent his head down, his mouth centimeters from mine.

"I love you," he whispered in a deep, gravely voice.