You never imagined this. Falling for him. You, the girl who always kept her distance, the one who built walls around her heart. You, who never believed in happily ever after. And him, the whirlwind, the unexpected storm that swept you off your feet. Yet, here you were, utterly, hopelessly in love.

He was your refuge, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. In his arms, the noise faded, the anxieties dissolved. He saw the cracks beneath the surface, the insecurities that plagued you, and loved you fiercely, unconditionally. He was your safe harbor, your steady anchor in the turbulent sea of life.

Now, he was on his knees, his eyes pleading, "Baby, please. Do the things you promised."

A mischievous glint entered your eyes. "And what if I don't?" you teased, enjoying the power you held over him.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Let me kiss you... and make me love you like a sailor."

You obeyed, surrendering to the moment. His lips, rough and demanding, met yours. The taste of him – a heady mix of salt, sweat, and something undeniably wild – sent shivers down your spine.

He pulled back, his eyes searching yours. "Now tell me," he murmured, "what's my taste?"

"Honey," you whispered, the word lingering on your lips.

He feigned surprise. "Just honey? Surely there's more – something spicier, something more… divine." He winked. "Some say I taste of the gods."

"I don't believe in gods," you confessed, your voice soft. "But I believe in you. You're my salvation, the only one who makes me feel truly alive."

He took your hands, his touch grounding, reassuring. "We don't need gods," he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "We only need us."

You felt a pang of worry. "My mother…" you began.

He gently silenced you. "Your mother worries," he acknowledged, his expression softening. "But I'm here to protect you. You're safe with me, always."

And in that moment, nestled in his embrace, you truly believed him.