Tank lightly pushed Kayla onto the sectional, his eyes locked onto hers as he double-locked the front door. He didn't need any interruptions. Not when he was about to feast on his woman like he had been thinking about the entire ride back from Savannah. His jaw clenched as he looked her over, sprawled out on his couch, her skin already glowing with anticipation.

Kayla's breath hitched as Tank ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his thick fingers gripping the hem of her tank top and peeling it off like he had all the time in the world. Her nipples were already hard, and Tank chuckled low in his throat as he palmed her breasts, rolling her sensitive peaks between his fingers before lowering his head to take one in his mouth.

"Damn, you already ready for me, huh?" he murmured against her skin, his deep voice vibrating through her.

Kayla moaned, arching into him, her fingers gripping his scalp. "You know I am."

Tank smirked against her skin before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, stopping at her bare heat, already glistening for him.

"Yeah, you mine," Tank muttered, more to himself than her, as he spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them.

Kayla's stomach tightened as she felt the warmth of his breath against her center. She barely had time to brace herself before Tank gripped her thighs and dived in, his mouth locking onto her like a man starved.

"Tank!" she cried out, her hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his short curls as he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit.

Tank groaned in satisfaction, loving how she responded to him, how her legs trembled as he worked her over with deep, slow strokes of his tongue. He didn't just eat—he devoured, worshiped, possessed.

Kayla twisted on the couch, her back arching as pleasure rolled through her like a tidal wave. "Oh my God, baby, please..."

Tank hummed against her, sending vibrations straight through her core. He gripped her thighs tighter, pressing her down so she couldn't run from the pleasure even if she wanted to.

"You takin' this, lil' bit," he murmured against her soaked folds before sucking her clit into his mouth, making her damn near scream.

Kayla's entire body tensed before she unraveled, her orgasm crashing into her so hard her vision blurred. Tank didn't stop, didn't slow down, lapping up everything she gave him like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

When she finally came down, panting and spent, Tank licked his lips and smirked. "That's round one," he warned, standing up and unbuckling his jeans.

Kayla's eyes widened as she saw just how ready he was for round two. Tank wasn't playing tonight. And she had no plans of tapping out. Tank was hungry, and it wasn't for no damn food. He was starving for Kayla.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Tank grabbed her by the ankles, dragging her down the couch so her legs dangled over the edge. His thick hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide, his gaze locked onto her glistening heat like it was his last meal.

"Tank..." Kayla breathed, her voice shaky, her body still sensitive from the way he just devoured her.

"Nah, don't say my name like that unless you ready to handle what come with it," he warned, his deep voice laced with something dangerous, something possessive.

Kayla's lips parted, a challenge flashing in her eyes. "Then give it to me."

Tank's jaw tightened as he yanked his jeans and briefs down in one swift motion, his thick, heavy length springing free. He stroked himself lazily, watching the way Kayla's breath hitched as her eyes dropped to what was about to stretch her out all over again.

"You sure?" he taunted, running the head of his dick up and down her slit, teasing her, making her squirm.

"Stop playin'," Kayla whimpered, lifting her hips, trying to get him to slide in.

Tank grinned darkly, grabbing her hips and pinning her down. "Oh, I ain't playin' at all."

With one slow, deep stroke, he pushed inside her, her tightness gripping him like a vice. They both moaned, the sensation damn near too much, too intense.

"Fuck, Kayla," Tank groaned, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping her thighs tighter. "You stay so damn tight for me."

Kayla's back arched off the couch as she took every inch of him, her nails digging into the cushions. "You feel so good, baby," she moaned, already dizzy from the way he stretched her.

Tank set a slow, deep rhythm, watching the way her body took him, how she opened up for him, her slickness making it easy for him to slide in and out. But he wanted more. He needed more.

Gripping her legs, he pushed them back, folding her in half, sinking even deeper. Kayla cried out, her body convulsing as he hit her just right, over and over.

"Tell me who this pussy belong to," Tank demanded, his voice ragged as he buried himself inside her, his thrusts growing rougher, hungrier.

"You! It's yours, Tank!" Kayla gasped, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tank grunted in satisfaction, pounding into her like he was trying to make sure she never forgot it. Sweat dripped down his back, his muscles flexing as he worked her body, his strokes hitting deeper, harder.

Kayla was losing it, her body shaking, that telltale pressure building deep inside her. She reached between them, rubbing her swollen clit, desperate to keep up.

"That's it, cum for me," Tank growled, his hand covering hers, moving in sync with her.

Kayla's entire body locked up before she shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her so hard she screamed his name. The way she squeezed him, gripped him, sent Tank right over the edge with her.

"Fuck, Kayla!" he groaned, his strokes stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside her, holding her close as he rode out his release.

For a moment, all they could hear was their ragged breathing, their bodies still tangled, still connected.

Kayla blinked up at him, her lips parted, her skin glowing. "You tryna put a baby in me or something?" she teased, her voice soft but knowing.

Tank smirked, brushing a braid from her face. "What if I am?" he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

Kayla's heart pounded as she stared up at him, reading between the lines. Tank wasn't playing and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to be.

Kayla stared at Tank as he finished emptying himself in her. Tank didn't break eye contact. She noticed the look in his eyes—he was most definitely trying to get her pregnant. His strokes, the way he filled her up every time without hesitation, the possessiveness in the way he held her afterward—Tank wasn't just fucking her. He was claiming her.

She stared at him momentarily before she finally said what had been on her heart for these past six months since they met.

"I love you, Tyler," Kayla confessed, her voice steady, her brown eyes searching his.

Tank's body stiffened slightly, his breath hitching like he wasn't expecting that. But before he could even get a word out, the sound of the pot overheating on the stove made Kayla jump.

"Shit!" She quickly pulled away from him, her legs shaky as she scrambled off the couch, realizing she had almost forgotten she was cooking for him.

Tank sat there, still catching his breath, watching her naked body move across his living room and into the kitchen. His mind was still stuck on those three little words. Kayla just told him she loved him, and it wasn't no accident. It wasn't some post-sex confession that she didn't mean. She meant that shit.

And the wildest part, he knew he felt the same way.

Tank pulled his boxers back up and followed her, leaning against the cabinets as she cut the stove off and checked the food. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way her nipples hardened from the cool air, how the marks from his grip still painted her skin.

"You just gon' drop that on me and run?" he asked, his voice rough, but there was something else there too.

Kayla turned around, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm not running. I just don't want my greens to burn."

Tank shook his head, stepping closer until he had her pinned against the counter. "Say it again," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear.

Kayla shivered, tilting her head up to look at him. "I love you, Tyler," she whispered, her voice unwavering.

Tank exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on her waist. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her bottom lip as he stared deep into her eyes.

"Say it one more time," he demanded, his voice thick.

Kayla smiled, her hands resting on his broad chest. "I love you, Tank."

A slow grin spread across his face before he kissed her, deep and slow, like he was sealing that confession between them. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Kayla," he admitted, his voice low but firm. "'Bout time you said it, 'cause I been gone off you."

Kayla bit her lip, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tank murmured, his hands sliding down to grip her bare ass. "So what we gon' do about it?"

Kayla giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well, first, we eat. Then we shower. Then..." She trailed her fingers down his stomach, brushing against the waistband of his boxers.

Tank groaned, already feeling himself getting hard again. "You tryna kill me, woman."

"No," Kayla teased, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Just tryna show you how much I love you."

Tank smirked, lifting her up effortlessly. "Bet. But after we eat, 'cause I ain't tryna pass out mid-stroke."

Kayla laughed as he held her close. The food was still steaming, the aroma filling the kitchen, but Tank wasn't sure what smelled better—his plate or the woman in his arms. Either way, he was feasting tonight.

They ate together in comfortable silence, Tank's hand resting on Kayla's thigh the whole time. Every now and then, he'd squeeze it, his grip lingering, his thumb brushing against her bare skin like he needed to remind himself she was real. Kayla smirked as she chewed, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"You keep touching me like that, and I'm going to have to put my plate down," she teased, looking at him through her lashes.

Tank licked his lips, his eyes darkening. "I ain't stoppin' you."

Kayla laughed, shaking her head. "Nun-uh, eat your food. You always trying to get me caught up."

Tank chuckled, but he didn't move his hand. If anything, his grip tightened. "That's 'cause I love fuckin' wit' you, lil' bit. But I love you more."

Kayla's stomach fluttered at his words, her heart warming as she swallowed another bite. She still wasn't used to hearing it, even though she had felt it long before either of them said it. Tank loved her. That meant something to her.

They finished their food, and Tank helped her clean up, which surprised her because usually, he let her handle the kitchen. When she gave him a look, he just shrugged.

"You ain't gotta do everything yourself, Kay," he said simply, placing the plates in the dishwasher.

Kayla leaned against the counter, biting her lip. "You really trying to make me fall harder, huh?"

Tank smirked. "Nah, I just know my woman been workin' all day. I'ma take care of you the same way you take care of me."

Kayla swallowed, her body warming all over again. She walked over to him, sliding her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his back.

"You already do," she murmured.

Tank turned in her hold, cupping her face, tilting her chin up. "Good," he said before kissing her, deep and slow.

Kayla melted into him, her body instantly responding. But she was still sore from earlier, and she knew if she let this go too far, they weren't making it to the shower. She pulled back, smiling against his lips.

"Shower first," she whispered.

Tank groaned but let her go, watching as she sauntered toward the bathroom. "You comin'?" she called over her shoulder.

Tank cracked his neck, adjusting himself in his boxers. "You already know."

They stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading over their bodies. Tank washed her with slow, deliberate movements, his hands moving over every curve, every dip, massaging her skin with the kind of reverence that made her stomach flip.

"You gon' let me take care of you now?" he murmured, his lips grazing her shoulder.

Kayla shivered, closing her eyes. "Yeah, Tank. I will."

Tank smirked against her skin, his hands moving lower. "Good. 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere, Kayla."

And Kayla knew, deep in her soul, that he meant it.