A/N: I may be ending within the next couple of chapters. Thank you so much for the reviews and support! You're all amazing!

GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD. You've been warned.

Embrace

Bickslow guides his babies to his home, happily leaving the mayhem he started behind. As we reach the brown-bricked building, instead of floating down to the door, the wooden totems aim for one of the large windows on the second floor. Bickslow mutters a quiet command for two of the creatures to open the glass, quickly clearing our way to enter.

We both duck as we pass through the opening before steadily stepping down from the wooden creatures onto the plush carpet. They quickly fly out of the open door and away, leaving their master and I alone in his bedroom.

Bending down, Bickslow gives me a slow kiss. I grunt in protest when he moves away. "Thirsty?" he asks before kissing me lazily, pulling back after a few seconds.

"Nope." I yank off his helmet and toss it away.

He repeats the kiss, retreating again with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Hungry?"

I hum in pretend consideration. "Maybe. Depends. What's on the menu?"

He kisses me again, this time teasing my lips with his tongue before moving again. "Well, I have chips-" a short kiss, "there's some leftover pasta," another quick peck, "or I could make you something." This time, when he kisses me, I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer against me.

Pulling away of my own accord, I smirk wickedly at the man before me. "I think I'd prefer you." His own lopsided grin grows as his tongue rolls out, flashing his guild mark. I playfully nip the tip of his pink flesh before sucking it into my mouth, my lips meeting his.

A satisfied moan vibrates in his throat as he grabs my waist, yanking my body closer so there's no space between us. Our tongues swirl around each other in a delicious dance as lust builds low in my abdomen.

Without breaking our heated kiss, Bickslow crouches down, hands moving to the back of my knees and hoisting me into his arms. Surprised at his ability to easily lift and carry me across the room, I give a squeal when he tosses me away and my back meets his soft bed. Frierce longing lights his eyes, the soft green glow contrasted against his tanned features.

My heartbeat speeds rapidly as passion seems to pull him closer. 'Not close enough.' Propping myself on one elbow, I lean forward, capturing the collar of his shirt in my hand tightly to jerk his face to my own. Our lips smash together hard, grasping at each other desperately as the need for one another grows to devastating proportions.

Fed up with the cloth hiding his gorgeous body, I break the kiss to tear the offending material away, pieces fluttering to the bed. 'He's going to get tired of me literally ripping off his clothes someday.' My thought process is ended when Bickslow returns the favor, shredding my favorite black t-shirt and bra in the process. 'Or maybe not.'

Breathing heavily from the intense and passion-fueled makeout, we wrestle over each other, fighting over who loses a layer next. When I finally have him pinned under me in his pinstriped pants (by now knowing he prefers going commando), I smirk triumphantly down at him. As my fingers trail across his waistband from hip bones towards the center he licks along his top lip.

Slowly, so as to stoke the rising tension, I slip my fingers under the material to tease the bare skin beneath. He sucks in a breath and grabs my biceps firmly, the burning need in his eyes growing even more compelling.

Instinct to satisfy the man at my mercy becomes undenyable. Leaning down, I skim my lips over his neck and down his chest, moving my hands to his abs. I flick my tongue out to trace from his sternum to his nipple, drawing slick circles around it before nibbling lightly. His gentle moan encourages me on so I glide my kisses further down. His skin tastes of soap and cinnamon, causing an aching need to make itself known between my legs. When I finally reach the edge of his only remaining clothing, my hands stroke over the material to the prize imprisioned and bulging inside.

Happily surprised at the size I find, I glance past his heaving chest and into his yearning stare. Seeing how effected this man, my mate, is at my simple touching emboldens my moves. I press my hands firmly against him and slide them up to the band of his pants, fingers once again invading within to pull the clothing down. I have difficulty forcing myself not to stop as his generous size springs free.

Eyes wide and unashamed, I stare at his large member as I finish removing his pants. I can feel my vaginal walls clench tightly in anticipation. Mouth watering, I lean up to him on my hands and knees. 'No way I can fit all of that thing in my mouth, but I'll sure as hell try.' Excited by the challenge, I bend down and take him between my eager lips.

The need to feel him penetrate me grows hotter, forcing all sane thoughts from my head as I grip the base of his penis in one hand and slam my mouth down around him. Gagging hard when he hits the back of my throat, I almost pull away only to pause at the sound of his deep moan. I suck hard until my cheeks hollow, pulling up to the ridge at the head of his thickness to swirl my tongue around it and over the leaking slit.

The salty taste of precum bursts through the lustful fog in my head, leaving only desperation. I continue sucking, bobbing my head up and down, ignoring my own gagging as my hand furiously strokes the remaining skin. His hands move to my hair, gripping and pulling at the strands to motivate me on. My free hand cups his balls gently, rubbing them as they tighten.

Bickslow grips my hair tighter, pulling my head up and away from him roughly. A soft growl shakes my chest in protest before his lips claim mine ferociously. My hands run up his body and to the back of his neck when he pulls away.

"Amazing as that was, and as bad as I wanted to cum down your throat, I want to make you moan, even more." An immodest shiver travels up my spine. Standing on my knees, his firm grip in my hair releases before gripping my hips forcefully. Enraptured by his desire, I help him remove my jeans and panties, marveling at the eagerness in his movements.

'Gods, I love this man.' His gaze snaps from admiring my naked form to a bewildered stare into my eyes. Realizing what happened, I blush hard. "You heard my thoughts again, didn't you?" I look away quickly and sit back on my feet, knees in front of me.

Bickslow quickly moves, pressing his lips against mine harshly enough for us to fall backwards. "I love you, too, Crim," he takes the time to say in between kisses, the heat quickly returning in full force amd then some. Our hands grasp at each other's bodies, the desperate need for skin against skin growing, still.

His firm hand finds my soft breast, kneading the tender flesh as his kisses trail to my neck. Back arching to press myself further into his palm, I gasp sharply in ecstacy at his responding bite just above my collarbone. I untangle my legs from his to wrap them around his hips, moaning as his thick member presses against my skin.

Mouth replacing his hand, I stifle a growling breath when his nails scratch lightly down my torso. Shifting, he makes room for his fingers to invade the space between our pelvises, swiftly sliding a digit between my slick folds.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," he roughly speaks against my breast. Practically purring at his praise, I thrust my pelvis up to seek that delicious friction I need so badly. The tip of his finger finds my clit as his teeth tease my perked nipple.

I moan loudly, my body shaking uncontrollably as he continues his ruthless massaging over the bundle of nerves. 'Why am I so damned sensitive right now?' He stops mouthing my chest to watch my face, his movements and attentions causing me to near the brink of an orgasm quickly. "Bix! I-I'm gonna-!"

He slides two fingers into my canal, his thumb still working my clit as he rubs a delicious spot inside. "Cum for me, baby." Toes curled and hands fisted in my own hair, the waves of pleasure crash over me relentlessly. My legs still trembling from the aftershocks, Bickslow slowly eases out of me, kissing my lips with gentle passion.

I reach down to grasp his manhood, stroking the velvety flesh firmly as I guide it to my entrance. He thrusts slowly, sliding across my lower folds to stretch the narrow passageway. I gasp at the sensation, my hands moving to grip his bare shoulder blades. Once fully sheathed, I feel his grinding against my cervix, evoking a glorious whimpers of pleasure.

Desire floods though my body as his hips begin to pump savagely, neither of us able to contain the firey lasciviousness that persistently builds within. I wrap my legs around him high, curving my spine so that our skin slaps together with each rough thrust. The new position allows him to plow deeper inside me, grunts and moans growing louder and more desperate.

My nails claw at his back as the tightening in my low abdomen becomes unbearable. "B-Bickslow!" I practically scream out as my legs clench fast around him. His brisk, even pace faulter as he nears his own end, slamming harder into my body.

With ferocious wail, my climax washes over me, tightening my muscles immensely around him, triggering his own spurting release within. Sweat drips down his smooth complexion as his chest heaves from exertion.

Our sated gazes meet, inciting a loving kiss as we untangle our bodies and Bickslow lays beside me. My head on his shoulder and fingers tracing the lines of shimmering muscles, I feel that all is right with the world.

A/N: Sorry if it wasn't as good as you had hoped. I'm really sick today, so I did my best.