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A smell tickles his nose and prods at him until he's awoken. Slowly Meliodas opens his eyes and instantly notices how empty his arms feel. His heart wrenches, sending panic tearing through his veins as he sits up and looks around. There's a warm glow coming through the curtains brightening the room. Already he knows he's overslept for work. The sheets are still messy where she once was and the towels litter the floor. The scent of eggs and strong coffee permeate the air. His tight chest loosens and his heart gradually eases. Last night wasn't a dream. He had sex with his dream girl and they both were satisfied by it. Nerves tingle through his fingers and tighten his stomach for an entirely different reason as he glimpses at the spot Elizabeth slept in last night. Although things couldn't have gone better, it would've been nice had her face been the first thing he'd seen this morning.

In place of fretting about it, he climbs out of bed. The unsteadiness to his limbs is absent and in its place is a laxness to his body he hadn't realized was needed. He feels utterly at ease—the usual stress he'd feel about being late, the messy towels, bathroom, and kitchen is absent—and he knows it's from the multiple orgasms she gave him last night. The shame he once felt for himself now shrinks to something more manageable. Another thing he has to thank her for, but first a trip to the bathroom is necessary.

Once relieved and freshened up a bit he takes a deep breath and enters his living room. His eyes spy her in the kitchen humming a nameless tune. It's smooth and lilting and has him stepping closer to get a better view of her. Once in the dining room he has to stop up short unable to help ogling her form. She's in a button down off white shirt of his, the sleeves curled up to her forearms and the end covering mid ass cheeks. She's bare otherwise. Hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and creamy skin enlivened with a slight flush, Meliodas swallows thickly as his pulse ticks rapidly under his skin. The sweatpants he pulled on tent heavily as his dick rises to attention. When she starts swaying her hips to her imagined song he groans deeply. "Is this a dream?" He finds himself questioning as this is too good a sight to exist in his life.

Elizabeth squeaks and some of the eggs she was stirring is flicked from the pan to land on the black stove. He doesn't even flinch at that. She giggles and turns her head towards him with a dazzling smile. "I'd be really disappointed if it turned out to be." She admits before her eyes make a descent over his body like a lingering caress.

Meliodas shivers. "Good morning." He manages thickly.

"Good morning indeed," she breathes. And he spots the way her thighs rub together feeling his stomach clench low from a rush of need.

She looks away just long enough for her fingers to pinch a knob. The click of the fire turning off is deafening. Elizabeth faces him fully and he can make out her pink nipples poking against the material with ease. His limbs strain as he restrains himself from moving, his breath coming faster with his surging arousal.

She looks at him with unabashed lust darkening her lovely round eyes. "I tried to make breakfast, not really knowing what you would want. Is there something specific I can give you?" She asks while running a finger over the button on her chest.

She's never one to beat around the bush. It's obvious she knows what he wants and desires it too, but he can't seem to move or speak. Locked in place for fear of losing control of his senses.

Elizabeth closes the distance between them and he moans at the heat of her body only a scant few inches away, the air sparking between them. Her fingers curl behind his neck, her thumb brushing just under his ear. He drifts to her, his clothed cock pressing between her thighs and her clothed breasts touch the top of his chest. He doesn't reach for her as he gazes up at her, feeling stretched too thin and too close to snapping. Now that he knows what sex with her feels like he craves it with the intensity of an addict and that's worrying to him.

"You can be as rough as you need. I'll tell you if I want you to stop." She says silvery and sweet as if she's saying she doesn't mind him having the last of her favorite dessert.

It's knee weakening and a pained needy sound is wrenched from him. "How do you know I need it rough?" He asks in a low hoarse voice.

She sweeps her thumb back and forth over his skin until he's practically vibrating in place from holding back. "Meliodas you're a kind gentleman who gets all nervous and blushy whenever I come onto you. You'd never ask for more than you're given even though I've made it clear that I want you so much..." Her voice falls to a hush at the end as she lifts her other hand to run through the length of his hair, his eyes fluttering from the sensation. "But I can see it in your eyes... the beast you've contained for too long. Let him free when you must, please..."

He reaches up and yanks the shirt apart. The buttons pop and plink to the ground before he forces it off her shoulders so the creamy expanse of her skin is exposed without hindrance. He hears her breathe his name like she's praying to a god as he feels a shiver go through her. He loops an arm around her before her knees give out and uses the back of her head to guide her face to his. He slants his mouth over hers with a sharp breath wasting no time in plundering her taste with his delving tongue. His hold on her is tight and unyielding. The warmth of her pliable skin on his as she crosses her arms over his back and her whimpers into his kiss has him crazed with hunger. His blood is boiling as he sucks on her lips and devours her mouth. He pulls away from the pure invigorating taste of mouth to suck and nip a path down her neck, needing more.

Elizabeth yelps when he abruptly whirls her around and bends her over the dining room table, the glass fogging up around the places her skin touches. She squeals from the contact, her entire body shaking. But she doesn't protest, instead she breathes his name high and pleadingly. He huffs a short breath, the loose pants feeling too constraining against his heated flesh. He forces them down before stepping out of them and behind her, where his dick makes contact with the slick heat of her folds. She makes a tiny cry as her hands scramble to hold onto the edges of the sturdy table. Meliodas nearly buckles from the bolts of searing fire gathering at the base of his cock and radiate to the rest of his body. "Fuck… I'm so glad you still want me..." He rasps taking his cock in hand and pumps his hips so the head teases back and forth between her folds.

She mewls brokenly, standing on the tips of her toes so her pussy is all but offered to him. His stomach swoops and his heart pounds at his ribs at her wordless message. He moves away from her clit, lining himself up. He snaps his hips forward and sinks home. She wails while he shouts out, his body bending over hers as his knees go weak for a breath. She's just as snug as before, surrounding him like hot silk. White hot pleasure drives him to hook his arm under her and pull his hips back. He returns with force, his hips slapping her round cheeks. Again, he yanks back and thrusts in, quickly beginning to emulate a piston as he fucks her with no restraint.

Elizabeth screams beneath him as he grunts and groans, his lips falling to her shoulder blades in hot, panting kisses. Her scent is thick, like the balm of summer, driving him crazy as he trails his hand up her stretched arm and sucks bright spots to her smooth back. Her body feels just as intense as when she sheathed him the first time, a guttural growl rumbling from his chest as he strives to move deeper in her accommodating body. Their joining sounds wet and lewd as he caresses her trembling belly. He forces himself to lean back and takes hold of her hips when her knees give out from his relentless thrusts.

"Oh Mel-Meliodas, yes! Fuck me!" She hiccups in a steadily unraveling voice, her pleasure causing his head to loll back as liquid fire pours through his veins filling him up in search of an escape.

He looks back down not wanting to miss a single twitch from her thrumming body. With her spread out for him this way in the morning light, his hand roams down the curve of her spine and comes to rest at the small of her back. He wets his lips when he sees the bounce of her ass and his slick cock disappearing into her body. There's a rough primal noise that snaps out and he only knows its from himself by the way his chest thrums. He feels himself slipping as her cries gradually thin and her body starts to tighten. He wants so desperately to make this building sensation last, to savor it. But sex is still so new that he chases after it instead. The pressure coils in swift hot passes bending him at the waist as he fucks her in shallow pumps.

The table starts to screech against the floor surely leaving scuffs he doesn't give a fuck about. Elizabeth twists her torso and her head to the side so he can see the way her pleasure contorts her features stunningly. His core lurches as he bears down on her with reckless abandon. A strangled cry of her name is as relieving as the gushing heat he forces into her body. She sings for him a long stretched noise of bliss, her body squeezing his cock with enough force to leave him shaking and breathless. Her convulses are powerful, her sweaty form bucking against his, urging him to loop her waist with his arms. He holds his hips against her ass, grunting through every ripple that coaxes bursts of seed from his body. He kisses her shoulder adoringly, listening to her sobbing moans and their heavy breathing as they ride out overwhelming wave after wave.

He relaxes, feeling bone weary as he tries not to crush her beneath him. His muscles burn in an exquisite way from having been the one to give the most this time and he smiles lazily against her quivering skin, utterly pleased. Elizabeth still moans softly, her pussy sluggishly fluttering around his half hard cock. That's how he notices his thighs are wet, something dripping on his toes.

"I've never had... an orgasm like that before," she says a bit hoarsely.

His brows furrow. "What do you mean?"

She reaches for his hand and pulls it up to where she's turned enough for a breast to be grasped. He fondles it eagerly as she looks at him with eyes lit up like glimmering gems in the sun. "You made me gush."

In a matter of moments his face feels steamy from his blush. He's heard that term before in the bar from drunken men spilling about their exploits. His jaw slackens as he struggles to form a proper response. "I couldn't have-that's not... I-I—"

"I thought you would know by now how incredible your cock feels to me." Her voice melts over him warm and gooey.

His doubts had crept up without his notice, but her reassurance settles his breathing and adds to the fullness she's responsible for in his heart. He pulls her up and turns her around guiding her to her back on the warmed glass where he follows her descent to capture her lips. He kisses her mouth languidly raising his hands to hold her face and thumb her cheeks as she cradles his chest with soothing fingers. His feelings for her well up and pour through this connection. He wants her to be his and his alone. He wants to be able to wine and dine her, to hold her hand whenever the urge arises, and to laugh and talk with her wrapped up in one another.

Their lips make soft smacks as he sips her leisurely, her little sighs and smooth taste stirring him as he grows long and heavy between her raised thighs again. He could come again certainly, but… He pulls away with a tiny grin and says against her pouty lips, "We should probably have something to eat. In fact, why don't you go run a bath and freshen up while I clean up here and warm breakfast up for us."

"Or… you can have that bath with me and I can help you with the rest." She offers instead, grabbing at his biceps with a massaging touch.

He forgets how to work his mouth.

A wide triumphant smile overtakes her features and she slides to stand on the floor twining his hand with hers. He follows her guidance wordlessly, his dick bouncing the entire way, ready to fill her pussy again.

Breakfast was... questionable. But Meliodas would have it every morning for the rest of his life if it earned him the sight of Elizabeth humming to a nameless tune with a happy grin on her face in their kitchen each day. They'd migrated to the couch afterwards with a fluffy blanket curled around them and the TV across the room playing well known classics that lit Elizabeth's eyes up like the brightest of stars. They'd been pressed together, their skin still bare with his heart unable to rest. But he'd loved it. The thrill that kept his heart jumping from being so close to her and not having a moment of awkwardness arises.

There wasn't an instant of tense silence. If they weren't chartering about the topics they'd yet to brush upon, then they were watching Annie sing about better tomorrows or Charlie explore the chocolate factory with his grandfather. And when lunch had rolled around they'd made it together. Fingers brushing in tingling sparks as they passed ingredients, shy looks and tender smiles shared as their shoulders touched. He's never felt this happy before, has never felt so drawn or connected to someone as he does Elizabeth. And he's certain he never will.

He can't pull himself away from her lips. An innocent peck became quick successive kisses which then morphed into lingering brushes. His skin had warmed as she'd shifted closer to his side, their mouths now slanting in tandem. Her slick tongue is driving him wild, darting out to tease his only to retreat, tempting him to chase after it. It's why he's breathing so rough, his hands curling around her waist trapping her against him as he ravishes her mouth. Her moans are like drops of dew, each precious and ginger as he works to carefully extract them from her being.

His hands do a bit of wandering being in such close contact with the perfection of her warm, creamy skin. His arm is wrapped under her, the hand sliding upwards to map out her twitching belly while the other caresses her thighs. She gasps, a victory on his part and presses her dainty hands flatter against his back and circles the one on his stomach. Her fingers just barely graze the head of his aching dick. Now he's the one to suck in a breath, her grin against his mouth feeling just as much a victory as the one before it.

He encounters a tit, the soft heavy swell making his skull pound a bit from the rush of blood flow. He kneads it while their lips make the softest of sounds, tweaking and plucking the hardened peak until she starts to whimper on his tongue. His hips give a short thrust from the sound as a swirling and tightening of electricity hums at the base of his cock. Down that hand goes as the other is already gripping her inner thigh. Elizabeth is quite intuitive, stretching her leg over his knee and raising the other so her knee is raised to the sky. When his fingers dip along her lower belly their lips part and a string of spit extends between them before her tongue sweeps out to break them apart. He looks in her eyes, the blue depths shadowed by thick lashes and sweeps his fingers over her skin. She presses her hips up with a breathy moan. He flexes his arm, tugging her back to his lips as his hand makes its descent.

A shock forces his heart even faster, his surprise never seeming to wane when he notices just how damn wet she always is for him. Her hot silky folds entice him as he lazily strokes up and down the pearl that's engorged with such need. Elizabeth moans softly her focus on the kiss weakening, allowing him to dip further into it and properly devour her. Her taste slides down his throat and her hips rolling the most erotic rhythm against his hand which has him breathing hard through his nose. His cock twitches, oozing precum down the shaft, smearing his belly and her hand.

That hand closes around him not a moment later as her nails skim at his back. He grunts into her, the sound turning into a whine of pleading when her velvet touch strokes him sluggishly. He needs it slow, however, as her scent of arousal starts to greet him, thick and heady, his muscles threaten to start tensing. But he fights back the sensation, rubbing her a bit faster as he does the same to her tongue. She tightens instead, breaking the kiss to whisper, "Oh god…"

Heat eases down low in his gut, his hand sliding down further to rub at her entrance. He waits only a heartbeat before reaching forward to mark her cheek with panting kisses. One, then two fingers are sunk in.

"Fuck," she gasps and he grins against her skin. No filter as usual.

Her fingers squeeze around the tip of his dick, and he chokes, giving her more precum to work with. Feeling a bit intoxicated on her, he feels her softness, shivering at the way her walls grip him eagerly and tries to discover what she likes. She leans her head against his, her hand sliding down his shaft. "Curl them when you go in." He nudges her face with his nose, kissing her with gratitude when she turns. He follows her instructions, feeling something rough and swollen against the pads of his fingers. The sound she emits is like a drop of molten lava to his dick. He doesn't want a teasing drop though. He wants to be encompassed.

So he does it again. Again. Then faster. Her breathing hastens from her nose. More of those delicious noises scrape the base of her throat. Her thighs part further and her hand grips the base of his dick. Meliodas digs his fingers into her inner thigh consumed by the wet sounds her pussy makes around his fingers. It's not long before she breaks their kiss again, her head bowed back so he can suck on her throat like a man absolutely ravenous. "Harder! Paleese!" She cries out, voice raising higher, and her hips thrust into his hand.

He's not sure if she means what he's doing to her neck or her pretty little pussy, so he does both. She screams in her throat, her fingers coming around to grab at his side, the nails digging in as she jerks his weeping cock, her fist slapping his balls. Throngs of heat embrace him as he mouths her skin with reverence. His left hand moves harsher. Her breathing turns rasping. He knows she's about there, can feel it in his bones as she locks herself wider with frequent quivers. He watches her from the corner of his eye, breathing matching hers as he's brought higher and higher above an epic plunge.

She suddenly squeezes the base of his dick as her head twists from side to side with sharp little cries. "Meli… no no no I... gonna…!"

He drags his finger up to her pearl with swift twists assuming that's what she wants. The keening squeal she makes is something he'll have committed to memory for the rest of his life, as well as the way her release sprinkles over the black sofa from between her shut thighs. He keeps rubbing her through it, despite her quaking and jerking body, hearing a roaring in his ears and a bundle of pleasure opening up in his gut, swallowing him whole. Only when she gasps out as if freed from suffocation does he let up.

Waves of good, intense, gratification rolls through him—has been since she started to come—only now does he acknowledge it. Rolling his hips with her fist latched tight, he quivers and groans shakily, his stomach twitching erratically. He lifts his head. Her mouth meets his. They just touch parted lips, breathing each other in until his spasms end. They sag together, her hand releasing him as their foreheads mesh. Her eyes appear dazed and her lip is nibbled between her teeth. "I'm sorry for making a mess of—"

"Don't." He hushes her with a thumb to her lower lip, tugging it free. "Don't apologize for how good you feel. Not with me." He begs of her.

Her eyes become round and he brushes her smile. The flush in her cheeks deepen and he feels a flash of need spike through his rigid cock as he huffs a nervous laugh. "Should it feel this way? This constant want to…"

"Fuck each other?" She coos in a sweet honeyed cadence that has him squirming. She giggles at his flustered reaction and strokes his thrumming belly. "I don't know… But since we both want this, we should do this for as long as we need."

"You might need to clear off your schedule for the next few decades then." He breathes, caught up in her.

Elizabeth looks at him with a quiet intensity that makes him believe he's said too much— wanted too much. She climbs atop him, flush to his body, and pulls him into a kiss that lasts and lasts. An answer he hopes he's inferring correctly and not simply dreaming up as he grabs her hips and sinks deep where he knows he belongs.

They must've dozed off at some point because he's awoken by vibrations at his hip. Slightly muddled he curls his arm closer around Elizabeth pressed to his side, then uses the other to grab for the disturbance. In the late afternoon light he sees its his phone which he promptly silences. He'd forgotten he'd dropped it there when Elizabeth had arrived. He pays it no mind for a moment and instead looks down to the goddess asleep against his chest. Her plump lips form a small circle, her messy hair is tousled around her face, and her warm breaths tickle his chest. He gazes at her, the vision he'd hoped to wake up to that day and feels something slot into place.

He tries to swallow past the wonder brimming from his chest and carefully brushes his knuckles over her cheek. A breath he hadn't realized he was holding rushes free at the contact. He feels as if he's bound to her by a single, resilient, adamantine thread. She's the star he'd been drifting aimlessly in search of, the being he'll forever orbit until she fades away and he follows right after. His eyes well with emotions he can't describe, his lips curving up as he cradles her cheek and bows down to kiss the crown of her head while she sleeps. He sucks in a steadying breath of her as a few tears of disbelief roll down his cheeks. "Is this what it's like to be in love?" The words trickle off his tongue as gingerly as the currents of a spring.

Elizabeth shifts with a slow breath, her hand sliding down his chest to his stomach. He discreetly swipes away the moisture on his face in time to hear her sigh, "This has been the best date of my life... if only it could last forever."

He hadn't misheard. She always says what she means. His heart dashes with the speed of a jackrabbit at the possible realization. Tentatively Meliodas captures her wandering hand and lifts it to his mouth where he plants a kiss upon each knuckle. She raises her head to rest her chin on his chest. Blue eyes gaze at him, soft and fond.

He takes a chance. "I can arrange that."

She blinks once then a crease forms between her brows. Her nose flares dusting red and her eyes become glassy and wide. As much as he'd like to believe those are tears of joy forming, Elizabeth looks nothing short of devastated. "I... I'm an escort, Meliodas, to pay for... for my papa. I ca-can't..." She sucks in a tight breath, her voice so thick it chokes her.

He disregards the cinder blocks chained to his ankles dragging him down in the pits of despair and clings to her words. He pulls them into a seated position and holds her face between his hands sweeping away her tears as they fall. Fuck. He's made her cry like the ultimate failure he's always been. "Elizabeth, I will pay for every bill." He vows fiercely. When she opens her mouth to undoubtedly deny him, he rushes on knowing he's merely digging a deeper grave, but also certain this will be his only chance to speak his wants to the woman he adores.

"If that ma-makes you feel uncomfortable, I've been thinking about grooming my business so it can run efficiently without me—lessening my presence there s-so that I can... open up a bar with living quarters above it where you could waitress and live there. With me." He takes a quick panicked breath when she clutches his wrists and her eyes flit between his, searching. "Your salary would obviously go towards paying me back—which really isn't necessary! But I'd take care of you, and we could... We," His voice withers to a frail, tiny pitch as a black hatred is turned inwards upon himself. "Elizabeth?" His vocal cords fail him and he mouths her name more than anything.

She sniffles and her lower lip trembles before she extracts herself from the little nest they'd created on the couch. The world falls out from beneath him. His star moves from out of reach, leaving him to suffer alone in the bitter-cold, bleak expanse of nothingness. He captures her waist in a desperate grasp turning her to him so he can bow his head and press it to her stomach. His entire body quivers as his devastation wells up and spills out of his clenched eyelids dripping hot tears. "Don't—! Ignore my stupid suggestion. Nothing has to change. Or we can go back to phone calls if you want! I just... please—"

"Shh, it's not that at all." Elizabeth says in a winded voice and her hands go to the back of his head. Her fingers slide through the length of his hair, her nails brushing his scalp in soothing passes that attempt to reign in his shaking. "I have to think about this, okay? It's so much to take in." When she tilts his head up, he allows it and peers up at her divine features, skittish of daring to hope for anything more than what he's been blessed to experience thus far.

She kneels and her hands keep their eyes locked as she goes on, "Everything that's happened between us has been more than I could've hoped for. There's just something I have to get rid of," she cuts herself off with a sharp shake of her head, then fills his lap with her body and draws him into a slow, deep kiss.

He whimpers into her, hands pressing firm to her back for her warmth because the thought of losing her has left him glacial to his core. She hadn't crushed his heart in her delicate hands, though it still aches as if it's been mishandled. However, he'd take this pain and more any day, because it means his love was real—the happiness he experienced was reality for a short time. It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all after all.

She kisses him with ardent flares, sucking the breath from him as she winds her arms around his shoulders. "Please don't think I don't want every word of what you said. Just... Can we go out tonight? I want to hold onto you a little longer before I deal with..." A streak of raw terror makes her pupils shrink for a moment before she ducks her head down.

He follows her gaze with a twinge forming in his jaw as he brushes his hands up and down the goosebumps that have formed along her arms. Whatever he's feeling matters nothing in comparison to her safety and happiness. "I can help with whatever you need. This isn't going to happen overnight, so there's time." Their eyes lock and he prays she can see that she can trust in him.

She sweeps her hands over his back. "I know, but," he watches as her eyes steel and a pier of blue flames forges in her eyes, her strength leaving him on awe. "I have to do this on my own. I was taken advantage of when I was most vulnerable, but I can escape. And then my father can get full treatment and you and I can have more amazing dates. There will be nothing to stop us."

He hesitates, wary of what this man she's frightened of might do if he discovers she's severing ties with the agency and thus him as well. The feeling is like racing cracks up a crumbling wall, wildly out of his control. His breathing thins and it must show in his eyes because she holds his cheeks and touches her forehead to his like a balm to soothe his nerves. "Do you trust me?"

"I do. Definitely. Unendingly."

Her eyes dance with glee at his unbidden response. And he can feel it in the way her body tenses that she's about to move, thinking he's finished. So he glides his hands to her lower back to hold her in place. "But, could you at least tell me about what happened. About him?" He presses then add, "I won't step in if you don't want me to." He lies as evenly as he can already considering a plethora of ways he could step in discreetly. Her safety is paramount to him and he'd feel lower than excrement if he looked the other way after this.

Elizabeth stares at him for a few moments, silent, though her eyes display the racing of her mind. She winds up sliding to his side to press against him, her arms wrapping around his torso as he adjusts himself. Her head is pressed to the side of his as a clever way of hiding her expression while he holds her. "My father had grown ill not long after we moved here. I was only eighteen at the time. I had to find a way to make a lot of money with little experience, which led me to the agency. A nice guy, Howzer, who still works there, took my virginity so I would be somewhat prepared for what the job requires." She pauses and starts to rub her hand over his belly and he lets go of the tension he hadn't realized had gathered.

"I want you to know it wasn't painful if that's what you're worried about. But it wasn't as good as I hope I was able to make things for you last night," she tells him, her lips grazing his skin in a soothing manner.

He drops his lips to her crown and caresses the length of her side, hearing worry edge her tone. "My first time and every other time after is perfect because of you. Don't worry."

Her lips linger on his collarbone sweetly before she secures her hold around him again. "I was the escort of a handful of men after that, learning how to please a man with my mouth, my hands, and my body. It was never about what I wanted or might like and I was okay with that, because the money was helping me get my papa medications and procedures and putting food on the table. But then, not long after I turned twenty, he hired me."

Just the shift in tone alone, like her very spirit and bubbly personality has been drained from her by force leaving a quiet, resigned shell in her wake, has pangs of alarm searing through him in corrosive bolts. That's nearly four years for this man to have had his claws sunk into her. Meliodas' ears begin to ring a bit as he shuts his eyes and forces himself to breathe.

In a drone, she carries on. "He was different in that he didn't immediately try to usher me to his bedroom. At first, he always had dinner prepared where he sat down and talked to me. He seemed so enthusiastic during those times, like talking to me was all he needed, and I was happy to oblige because I really didn't have many people to talk to." He can hear a bit of self loathing pitch her words low before that fades with her next breath. "He was objectively handsome in that he was tall, broad, stubbly, and had long hair. I wasn't attracted to him, but I knew enough on how to fake it by then. Oddly enough he didn't take me the first few times he hired me. He would just kiss me all over, finger me, or eat me out, getting me off like that's all he wanted. I was so surprised and relieved by this that I felt I could trust him."

All at once her hands fist and her body goes taut like a wound spring before she shouts, "I was so stupid!"

The drops of hot tears against his chest set him off more swiftly than atoms smashing. He lifts her chin up so she's forced to look at him. The steam from the blaze barely contained in his chest hisses through his teeth, "No, you're not, Elizabeth. That bastards a fucking snake who preys on vulnerabilities. This was never your fault." The heat of his stare pins her, drying her leaking pools from his unwavering focus.

Her back straightens and her eyes harden as her eternal strength continues to stand tall at his belief. "Okay." She presses her mouth to his, caressing his lips with gratitude before she snuggles back into his arms. And although he outwardly wrangles his fury under control by pulling her legs over his and folding her against him more securely, inside it rages like a severe maelstrom.

"He got me to agree to a contract where I would be his exclusive escort. It meant more money and only being with a man who seemed to want to only make me come, why wouldn't I agree?" She explains and confusion causes him pause. If she's supposed to be off limits... how was it possible they were paired? He doesn't interrupt her knowing how difficult this is for her to share to begin with. "But he knew about my papa, I'd told him beforehand on one of our dates. From then on, he arranged it so that I was his for two full days—Saturday and Sunday. The change in his demeanor was instant especially when he took me to bed after the contract was made final. I was suddenly his and his alone. That night... he gagged me, pinned my torso under his hand, raised my waist up, and... He's massive, so it hurt, but I kept quiet."

Meliodas feels scooped hollow as she shivers, his fears confirmed when he'd give anything for it to be the exact opposite. There's a jagged wound in his soul that floods his eyes with tears and leaves him reeling from the agony of it. He bears it silently, his fingers twining with hers wanting to take the weight of her pain unto himself.

"He didn't like that. He wanted me to moan for him. And when I didn't, he hissed things like, 'My wife can't take it, but you damn sure will.' and 'You're so beautiful. You were meant for this.' I'm his cock hungry whore that's punished if I don't enjoy having my pussy stuffed. So I had to learn how to make him come quickly and make him believe I had too, otherwise I wouldn't be able to walk until our next meeting."

She then proceeds to tell him as he hides his anguish twisting in his gut sadistically, that she wasn't the goddess he was assigned to. "A new girl, Zaneri, who's mild mannered and sweet had been your match. But I have seniority over her, and convinced her that I had free pick of which dates I had and... I took your request." She sniffles as her words from before gain clarity. "But I couldn't actually do so, otherwise it would go on my records. So I had the payment for the date canceled the night I first talked to you, and I... kept contact with you." Her fingers dig into his side as her emotions spurt free in a reedy tone, her body climbing up his as her hands slide up to weave in his hair. "I wanted you so badly, Meliodas, but I wasn't meant for you!"

He silences her with his lips, their tears tasting salty on his tongue. He kisses her with a mere fraction of the yearning he feels for her, soothing her despairing groans into calm, breathy moans. "You are the light of my life, Elizabeth. I want to make you smile and laugh and feel free. Let me do that for you. Let me take care of you." His voice wobbles around his heart as he begs and dries her tears with gentle brushes of his thumbs.

The fading sunlight brings a warmth to her eyes that has butterflies filling his stomach with erratic flutters. Her nod is almost shy until she launches herself back into his arms, her nose tucked right to his cheek. "Yes! I want that more than anything." She agrees.

He lets himself feel the eruption of elation that sends his spirits soaring, prickling across his flesh and melts him into effervescent goo. And for just a moment, he basks in the future he'll strive to grant them, one where they run a homey tavern as Mr. and Mrs. Liones. But when he concludes that moment, he endeavors to handle the man that raped his girl for three years and the company that allowed for it to happen.

"Would you like to go out with me?" She asks in her rising mood with pink cheeks and ember warm fingers dusting up his belly. "I want to have a good night before you go to work tomorrow and I leave to break my contract."

His belly tingles and he grips her hips in a futile attempt to stop his cock from hardening and lengthening. When she stares at it with unabashed fondness, his cheeks feel numb from the surge of heat. "Of course I will. We can go anywhere you want!" His voice does a strange nervous lilt that only spreads the tingling flush over his skin.

She doesn't answer immediately, locking her eyes with him. There's a darkness to her eyes like meeting the gaze of a contemplating predator. He feels trapped, her pounding, the feeling intensifying when she leans right to his face. He's breathing embarrassingly fast, loving this feeling of knowing he's hers and that she can do anything she wants with him. When she takes his lips between her own, a weak whimper is sucked from his tongue as a needy quake runs through him. He expects her to climb on his rigid dick, but instead she pulls back with a bright little chirp of, "Okay! Let's get ready then!" all traces of dark intentions gone.

He's pulled behind her on unsteady legs where she insists they dress one another. It's nerve wracking having her velvety hands situate his erection in his pants and her knuckles deliberately skim down his chest when clasping his buttons. It's also wonderfully intimate, being able to slide her skirt up her thighs where he kisses her belly button, and buttons her frilly blouse over her naked breasts under the watch of her eyes. Feeling this close to her, like she's an extension of his being, is one he's undeserving of but will cherish for the rest of their lives.

When she bends over to collect her shoes by the door he's drenched in molten need, groaning his ache with little restraint. Her pretty pussy lips protrude towards him begging for his attention, and he can't believe he forgot about her panties. "Elizabeth. Panties. Need." His brain may as well be short circuiting for all the sense he struggles to make. The longer he ogles her, the easier it is to see her need bead at her entrance, and realize seconds too late that she should've straightened herself by now. She's tempting him on purpose.

With fluid grace she finally stands releasing his lungs from a vice of flames. "I soaked them yesterday at the start of our date. I can't put them back on," she tilts her head blinking too innocently at him.

He works on sending oxygen to his brain. "Then please put on a pair of my pants... I don't want you out there so exposed." He manages.

"I'd be safe with you," her smile is soft and breathtaking like the spreading of white petals under the silvery rays of the moon and he's certain his heart swoons. "But I'll do it for you." She pecks his cheek when she passes and a pinch to his rear has him flustered.

He sucks in a slow breath to fight off the feeling and takes out his phone. Clearing the notifications from missed calls and new emails, he first searches for the notice of a canceled payment that somehow slipped by him. It's there in the spam and he blows out a disbelieving breath. If he'd seen this after they first started talking, he would've treated her with less caution and they could've gotten together sooner…

"Meliodas? Which drawer do you keep your boxers in?!"

He nearly drops his phone. "El-Elizabeth!"

A peal of giggles follows. "Alright… I guess I'll have to wear your pants without a barrier…" She sounds as if she's remorseful of this fact, but she gave in quickly enough for him to know that's not the case. And he loves her all the more for being herself.

Attempting to shake off the heady fog that comes with knowing she'll be marking his clothes, he moves to the email that's never been opened before. Her image unfolds in high resolution wearing a mustard yellow long sleeve blouse, a high waisted blue that splits up the middle to reveal orange shorts. Her smile is blinding, her form surrounded by daisies. He saves the picture and exchanges his generic wall paper for it mentally kicking himself for having waited so long to meet her. 'We could've been engaged by now,' he tries to internally joke despite how his hands sweat and his heart races at the desire.

Going back to the email, there's a synopsis of her personality that he's starting to know like the back of his hand and a list of what she will do and what she won't. He grimaces from the throbbing stain of his dick at the many, many things she'll let him do to her and forces his eyes to the column of what she refuses, to better clear his thoughts. It's a calming feeling seeing he hasn't crossed any lines… until he reaches the very end.

No barebacking.

That's all they've been doing. He'd gotten a fresh box of condoms before work yesterday, at the time feeling stupid for thinking he'd have use for them. He hasn't as Elizabeth sought to have his dick in her frequently without condoms even being brought up. A lopsided grin curves his lips as it well and truly dawns that this was never a job for her. He feels woozy and floaty all at once as he allows his front door to bear his weight. He went from being single and destined to die alone to being in a committed relationship overnight. If that's not worth taking his lady out for a good time, he's not sure what is.

She emerges from the hall then with a black pair of his pants under her skirt nearly reminiscent of leggings. "You ready to go?" She bounces on the balls of her feet at his side, her arm hooking around his to twine their fingers.

His smile broadens as he feels at peace. "Ready as I'll ever be."

A candlelit dinner is what they end up having that night. It was, however, a bit of a fiasco when Elizabeth accidentally spilled the wine and he'd followed up by knocking over the lovely vase of roses. After laughing about it, they had grabbed ice cream cones and strolled through the streets sharing instances of their childhoods. And upon arriving back at his place, they had snuggled under the covers and just existed, tranquil and in the comfort of one another. Elizabeth drifts off first and he holds off following after her. There's a phone call he must make to an old acquaintance.

The phone is answered after three rings.

"Hey, Ban? It's Meliodas... If you're still in the Manhattan area, I've got a favor to ask of you."