"You didn't!" she squeed as she ripped the wrapping paper off of her gift, "You did! You found a copy?" She looked at the cover of Jane Eyre. Her smile was contagious. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

"We had one at The Sanctuary. So-"

"Sanctuary?" she pulled back to look at him.

"That's what we call our community. We have a small collection of fucking books, and it just so happens this one was fucking there."

She opened the cover and gasped, "Did you steal this from a library?" She looked at the tell-tale circulation book pocket.

"I couldn't exactly check it the fuck out. No one is fucking missing it. So….Jane? Adele? Helen? Eliza? Charlotte?"

"No to all," she laughed, "Did you read this?"

"That's a fucking chick book."

"That's not a no," she laughed.

She didn't know what possessed her. The present, his interest in her interests, or possibly the wine, but she leaned forward and kissed him. It was soft at first, but she relaxed against him pressing small open mouthed kisses against his lips until he responded. He growled and deepened the kiss. His tongue exploring, his hands roaming up her the sides of her body slowly—thighs, hips, waist, breasts, collarbone, neck—before coming to rest along her jawline angling her head to give him better access. Her hands found their way under his shirt. She ran her fingers up his abs and into his chest hair. She moaned and began to rock her hips on his lap.

Negan, suddenly, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away breaking their kiss. "We can't do this," his hands rubbed his face.

"What? Why not?"

"Princess, you are drunk."

"No, I'm not." She leaned in to resume their kiss but was gently pushed back again.

"Touch your cheeks, kitten."

"Oh my god…they're numb."

"See…fucking drunk. I want to make very sure you know what you are consenting to. I'm not some fuckboy high schooler. We do this, and you are fucking mine. Mine and only mine. Forever."

"You want me forever?"

"Fuck yeah. I'm not an easy man to live with. There are rules for being with me and being at The Sanctuary and you will obey them."

"You want me to leave here?" Her eyes widened.

"I'd fucking protect you, baby. You wouldn't have to worry about anything. I would treat you like the god damned treasure you are. I would give you everything."

"I—I don't know..."

"Well, then it seems you have a lot to think about. Maybe we should just fucking call it a night."

Bitterly disappointed at her loss of potential orgasms, Sunny looked at Negan brows furrowed and she bit her kiss swollen lips.

"Don't give me that look, doll," he said.

"We can't have any fun?" she asked. She pressed up against him and kissed him gently on the cheek and trailed soft kissed down his neck.

"Sunny, I'm trying to be a fucking gentlemen."

"I don't know any gentlemen, remember?" she whispered as nuzzled against him.

He grabbed her face and looked her in the eyes. He didn't want her to have any regrets. But, Christ how he wanted her. He needed her. Her playfulness, her sass, her innocence. He was not a man who denied himself pleasure especially when offered so sweetly. Her eyes flicked to his lips as her tongue wet hers.

"Ugh, fuck."

Negan greedily kissed her. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. She melted into him once more. She didn't fight for control. Hers was a submission born from desire, not greed for what he could give her or fear of what he had done. Pure blind submission. He stood, lifting Sunny with him gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried to her room and sat her on the edge of the bed.

His hands traveled to the zipper of her dress. She shrugged her arms out of the sleeves, laid back and wiggled out of skirt until she was in the middle of the mattress while he stripped to his black boxer briefs. Lace adorned her pink bra and panties. She looked up shyly at him as his eyes traveled up her body.

"God damn, you are fucking beautiful."

He laid on the bed next to her and kissed her. His fingers traveled up her soft stomach to the swell of her breast. He gently kneaded her suppleness.

"Take your bra off, kitten."

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He pulled it away from her body. Her pale skin was luminous. Her breasts were topped with rosy nipples. His lips captured one in his mouth and sucked it into a hard peak. Her back arched, and she hummed as she pressed her lips together tightly as he moved to the other side. His reached up to her face and his thumb caressed her lips.

"Open your mouth. We're not fucking hiding from anyone. No one is going to fucking catch us. We're not doing anything wrong. I want to fucking hear you. Don't you dare fucking hold back from me. You understand?"

She nodded and forced herself to try and relaxed. He lavished more attention to her breasts. Nipping, sucking, massaging. She was soft. So soft. Her body had never been to the brink of starvation. Wasn't hardened from fighting for survival. His hand finally, traveled lower under the waistband of her panties. His hands traveled over a patch of trimmed hair and found the rest of her sleek and smooth.

"Did you shave for Daddy, princess? God, you are already fucking wet. Such a good girl. My good girl," his voice low and raspy with arousal.

Negan kissed down her stomach and positioned himself between her legs. He sat up on his knees and pulled her panties down. Her legs resisted his attempts to push them apart further.

"Don't be shy, baby."

He kissed her knees and moved his way up along the tops of her thighs. He nuzzled the patch of hair. She could feel his warm breath dance over her sensitive skin.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"You're not the only one that wants a taste, doll. Open up these pretty thighs."

She hesitated.

"Honey, we can stop right now. Just say the fucking word….but don't make me repeat myself."

Her legs slowly opened. He rubbed his beard on the inside of her thighs as he kissed his way to her center. He stopped and let out a hot breath against her wetness. She tried to retreat but his hand gripped her hips and held her in place.

"Look at me."

Her eyes were squeezed shut, "I can't look at you when you are down there and I'm so….exposed."

"Sunny."

She opened her eyes. The predatory look in his eyes made her stomach flip, and she felt the smile spread across his lips.

"Don't be embarrassed. You have the fucking prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"I'd don't even want to think about that right now."

"Then stop thinking," He slowly licked up her slit. Her head flew back on the mattress and a gasp escaped her lips at the decadent feel of his tongue running up and down her silky folds. She moaned when his tongue flicked her clit and his mouth began to suck on her sensitive flesh.

She felt her body begin to climb higher and higher. The pleasure so much more than anything she had ever experienced. Her hands gripped the quilt when he slid two long fingers inside her and began to curve them against her inner walls. It was so intense. Too intense.

"Stop!" she cried.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked bewildered.

"I—I think I have to pee," she whispered. Her face flushed.

"Oh, babydoll. You are just too fucking good to be true. You don't have to pee."

"But—"

"Trust me?"

She nodded.

"Then let's see what happens. Just relax and I promise we're both gonna enjoy this."

She laid back. He started again with lazy kisses evolving into long slow licks. She was bucking her hips by the time he started sucking and fingering her. Her moans loader and deeper than before. The familiar sensual sensations began to build. As she reached her threshold her entire body trembled uncontrollably. He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers. He sucked on her clit hard and pulled his fingers out to feel her release all over his hands. It was glorious.

As she breathed heavily and tried to recovered, he wiped his face on his shirt and took off his boxers. He crawled over her and laid himself down on top of her kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. Her nipples tingled with the friction of his springy chest hair. He pushed his erection in between her folds thrusting and coating himself in her cum pressing down and rubbing on her clit in a torturous rhythm.

He kissed and sucked her neck, "You like that, baby? You like feeling Daddy's big dick, don't you?"

"Yes. Oh, God, yes."

"I want you to cum all over my fucking dick."

She was overwhelmed. Too many feelings. Too much stimulation. It took her over the edge again. He felt her orgasm cover him. He grabbed his dripping wet cock and thrust hard and fast in his fist. He groaned as he came all over her stomach.

He looked down at her, eyes closed and panting, hands tangled in the covers. Her hair was matted, make up smeared, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Her cum soaking through the quilt and his pooling on her abdomen. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.