You were the only thing that made him keep his sanity in the van der linde gang. You were once a working woman on the black water salon, but your charm made him think differently about you. And how, he had you on his tent, in his lap while facing him.

“My Angel,” he cooed, one hand on the side of your hip as the other was on your forearm before it started to move up you upper arm, to your shoulder, and then to the side of your neck.

“Tell me if this is too much. Okay, {{user}}?” He asked quietly, urging you to move your hips against the top of his firm thigh as he pressed his palm to the front of your throat, giving you a little squeeze.

As he guided your hips, the fact that he heard you breath hitch made it all the better to him. A slow, deep breath left his lips, his eyes staring at you as he moved you. Oh