I didn't bother drying off. My hair was clumped in wet dreads and water was flying off of me as I ran to Maxon's—our bed. Arms caught me just before I reached the bed. He pulled me back to him, his hands on my now bare mid-drift . "Where do you think you're going?" He whispered in my ear.

He spun me around to face him and pulled my hips to his. I frowned when I felt the towel that he had dawned around his waist. My hands, that were trapped between our chests, slid down his sides to rest on his hips. I ground against the hardness pressed into my stomach. Maxon moaned and gave me a bruising kiss.

"No where. Absolutely no where." I said breathlessly and leaned into another kiss. This one just as intense as the one before it. Maxon lifted me into his arms like a child, cradling me to his chest like something you cherish. I attempted to brake our kiss but he wouldn't let me get far. So I settled for mumbling against his lips. "I love you."

I felt the corners of his mouth curl under mine. He rested his forehead on mine as we struggled to catch our breath. When he recovered enough to move, he carried me to the bed and carefully placed me near the center.

"We shouldn't go any farther." Maxon panted even as he began to kiss down my neck.

"Why?" I was breathless with excitement.

"It's against the law." He began to use his teeth to play with the strap of my bra.

"Then I surrender myself to you for disciplinary actions."

His eyes grew feral and he crushed his lips to mine. "You're going to regret you said that, Beautiful." He growled. We both moaned when our tongues collided. The warmth that always came with his kisses filled me. As he moved down away from my neck, a new warmth was collecting in my body, one that I recognized from earlier today.

Maxon's hands came down from by my head to my waist, his thumbs barely hinting at my breasts. I was gasping for air. I needed to stop for a second. I pushed up against him and he sat up. But then I saw his face and sex-crazed hair and couldn't image stopping.

I moved myself back into his lap and before he could react, latched my lips onto the sensitive skin below his ear. I understood what he had meant about the noises, because his were addicting. His moans turned into gasps of his own when I started moving down his throat. When my lips found his collarbone, the sucking pressure turned bruising and I couldn't help but get more excited when I thought about the purple marks that would brand him as mine.

He whispered my name with such awe I had to claim his mouth again. I released my hold on his skin only to give it a few small licks and then dragging my tongue up his throat. His skin was salty and damp from a new sheen of sweat starting on his body.

His hands moved again, only teasing me—and him, with a light brush over my bra. I groaned in frustration. He pulled back to look me in the eye. I nodded to encourage him but couldn't find it in myself to leave my nod up to interpretation. I grabbed his hands and placed them on me.

Then I was back on my back. Maxon's large, gentle hands fondled my breasts over the lace. I was close to begging him to take off the barrier. I needed to feel his hands.

"Take it off," I plead.

"Are you sure?"

In response I arched my back, allowing his hands to find purchase with the clasp. His eyes locked with mine and he slowly pulled it of. It was the dead of winter and we were both wet, but I felt as if it was a thousand degrees.

The bra was slung over his shoulder as he looked down at me. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on each mound. "Please" I whimpered.

He growled against my skin and took my nipple into his mouth. Each pull from his teeth sent waves of pleasure down my body. It was like music. Like composing our own accompanying set. I dragged his face away from my breast and locked into his beautiful brown eyes. I slowly rose up to him. My hand landed on his towel.

"Can we take this off?" His expression was torn so I moved my hand from his thigh to the bulge in the center. I slowly rubbed it.

"America," he protested.

"Maxon," I started to nibble on the scruff on his jaw. "Please." I kissed down his neck to his perfectly sculpted chest. "Please," I whispered again. I continued kissing down to his abs, my tongue tracing all the lines I found. When I got to the lowest abs I just laid my head on his lap.

"Shit America." I giggled causing me to wiggle on him. In a moment his towel was gone and he was grinding his penis into my most private parts. "You little tease," he growled.

I wrapped my legs around him, part of my brain still functioning enough not to let them hurt his back. We kissed for a while, both making sure the other was properly marked. Maxon mainly focusing on my breasts.

"Mine." He whispered in awe as he watched another purple love bite form.

"Yours, Maxon. All yours."

He looked at me in silent question and I nodded. I was ready. Maxon slowly slid my panties down my legs. I kept my legs squeezed shut, my fear starting to seep in. When he pulled them off my feet he pressed a kiss to the arch of my foot.

"I'm scared Maxon." I whisper.

He came back on top of me, surrounding me with Maxon. "Never be. Not with me."

With that he entered me. It hurt a little. He was really big. But I distracted myself with staring at his face. His look was one of pure pleasure and restraint and love and it was perfect. I brought his mouth down to mine to seal our mouths like we had just sealed our bodies.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. You can move." I lied. But as he pulled back and slid in again, I felt less pain and a mix of the most perfect pleasure. He thrusted in again and all the pain had almost receded. By the fourth time I was moaning with him.

"Say my name, America." He demanded.

"Maxon!" I nearly screamed. And once I had said it I had a hard time stoping. I repeated the name each time an unbelievable jolt of pleasure ran through my body.

Maxon yelled my name back as he fell over the edge. I was his. Forever. In all the ways you could belong to someone.

After, his arms were wrapped around me like a shield and I knew nothing would ever hurt me when I was with him. My future husband. My love. My Prince.

So there's my first completed story ever! If you have a request on another story plot, PM me or leave a review! Thank for reading:)