'Time is moving slowly, and my heart searches only for you'

I end up getting to Tyson's way later than I meant to. I spent the day with my parents and the time got away from me. I messaged him that I was on my way but he didn't reply.

As I pull up to his driveway, I feel worry that maybe he is angry with me. That I shouldn't have spent so much time away from him. He has left the outside light on for me and attached to the door is a note.

'I want to

Cling on to you

As my anchor

As my constant

In the whirlwinds

Of this changing world.

- Mohita Menon'

I smile as I take the note from the door and walk inside. There are candles lit on his bedside table with rose petals scattered over the floor and his sheets. On the bed Tyson is asleep above the covers, in his clothes.

He looks so peaceful with his lips slightly parted. He must have had a big day with The Lost Souls. I place the note down and walk over to him; slowly running my fingers through his hair. He wakes immediately, and in his disorientation, he grabs me quickly and pulls me to him on the bed.

"Bella," he whispers my name like there was a chance he wasn't going to be able to say it again. The pain croaking in his voice hurts my heart, and I feel a pang of guilt for leaving him with his head.

"I'm here," I whisper reassuringly as my fingers move back to his hair.

"Are you okay?" He looks to me.

"Yes, I'm sorry...I just needed some time but it wasn't because of you."

"I understand."

"This is so romantic," I smile to him.

"You deserve this every day," he sits up and kisses me softly. I make a contempt hum against his lips, not realising how much I missed his touch.

He moves his lips to my temple, to the spot where Ace held the gun to me; and kisses me gently. "I'm so sorry," he whispers against my head.

"We are both safe," I move his head back down to mine, needing his lips against me.

He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, and I clench his shirt in my fist; needing him closer. He rolls onto me, kissing me harder as his hands move under my shirt to squeeze my breast. I push at his shirt and he sits up to quickly take his off, before he pulls mine over my head. His mouth moves back to mine as his fingers unclasp my bra; my nipple hardening immediately from his touch.

"Fuck I've missed you," he whispers against my mouth. I move his hand between my legs and he rubs me over my tights, teasing me.

"Tyson," I beg softly.

He smiles into my mouth, pulling back from my kiss as I desperately try to pull him closer. "You don't want this?" I ask innocently as I pull at the top of his jeans.

"I just want to hear how much you missed me babe," he says as he moves his hand back over me, rubbing slowly.

I squirm from his touch, "and if I don't tell you?"

He smiles mischievously at me, moving his mouth to my ear. "Then it will be a very long night for you Bella," he whispers. He puts his mouth over my nipple, gently sucking as his fingers torment my other.

I moan out, tugging lightly at his hair. "I bet you will give in before me," I breathe. I move my hand to his jeans and rub his hard dick, feeling just how desperate he is for me.

He groans before pulling back and quickly tugging at my tights, pulling them off from each leg. I smile at how quickly he gave in, but he leaves my panties on and moves his head between my legs. He kisses slowly down my thigh, and I grip the sheets in anticipation. Then he kisses me over my panties, agonisingly slow. "Tyson," I beg again.

"You are so wet baby," he pulls my underwear to the side and gently rubs at my entrance. "Don't you want me to taste you?"

Oh Jesus.

I squirm and close my eyes as his fingers continue to tease me, until I can't take it anymore.

"I missed you Tyson," I say as I rip my underwear down. "I missed you so fucking much," his mouth is on me before I can even finish the sentence. I cry out as his fingers and tongue move to every sensitive area. I come loudly on his mouth as he looks up to me with those dark coffee eyes.

As my body spasms from the orgasm, he rips his jeans and briefs down; before pushing into me. "Fuck," he groans loudly.

"I missed you," I say again as he thrusts hard and fast, he grips my hand tightly against the sheets.

"I'm coming," he groans loudly.

And I can feel him, I can feel his come inside me. "Tyson...I can feel it," I moan. His thrusts slow until finally he stops, both of us breathing heavy.

"You could feel my come?" He asks still inside me.

"Yes...I loved it," I admit, feeling embarrassed.

He slowly moves out of me, laying beside me he traces my skin softly. "I guess it has been a while."

"You didn't use your hand?"

"Bella, now that I've had you, I don't think I can ever use my hand again."

I laugh at this, but in a way, I liked that too.

"Just so you know, I was a second away from giving in," I look up to his smiling face and smack his arm playfully.

"Just so you know, I miss you even when I'm with you," I say honestly.

He dips his head and kisses me gently, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, and I told my parents about you."

"What did they say?"

"They want to meet you soon, I thought we could do a dinner with them."

"You really think they are going to like me? A Lost Souls biker, who deals drugs and beats people until their teeth are knocked out," he says painfully.

I sit up and place my hand on his cheek. "They will fall in love with the poetry reading, talented acting, hilarious and gentle Tyson, just as I have."