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This woman was all I’d ever wanted and more; I could see myself spending the rest of my life wrapped up in her, trusting her heart with mine. I could’ve admitted to myself that it was scary–loving someone so much that it consumed you, but with her, I didn’t care or mind taking the risk because I knew that no matter what happened, she would take care of me, just like I would take care of her.

Being able to love someone was the ultimate form of strength. Standing there in this kitchen, cooking for her, breathing her in, made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the world, like life could be simple and that one day I could go home and find her there, waiting for me with a glass of wine. It was refreshing having someone understand you like that.

We stood like that for a while, inhaling each other’s breaths and letting the warmth of our love envelop our hearts. I wanted to kiss her, claim her as officially mine, but I wanted to drown in the moment for a little while longer. Just look at her for a moment longer.

I loved how her dress fell around her beautiful, elegant, tall body–a body that I would eat up, a body that belonged to me; just like her heart, too, belonged to me. After a beat, I grabbed her and kissed her softly, claiming her lips with mine, tasting her exquisite taste, and playing with that cheeky tongue.

This woman–with all that softness and all that spark–was going to turn me into a madman; she already had me wrapped around her little finger. Whatever she needed or wanted, she was going to have.

Hugging her body to mine, I started kissing her neck lazily, sucking on it like I had all the time in the world and hopefully leaving her neck black and blue. I loved seeing my marks all over her, loved knowing that anyone who saw her would know that she was taken.

She whimpered softly under my assault on her neck–fuck, she was so responsive to my touch; it was like her body patiently waited for me to touch it so it could come alive under my hands. I grabbed her ass playfully and carried her, placing her on the empty part of the counter.

She automatically spread her legs for me, causing the dress to hike up. She seemed so fragile at this moment, her eyes so unguarded. I kissed her again, communicating that there was nothing to fear–that she would always be safe with me.

With her being so exposed–her soul shining through her eyes–urged forward a need so powerful–to take and possess–that my mind went blank with the menacing urge to claim.

I bit her neck, grabbed both her breasts, and decided to screw fucking her with the dress on. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. In a swift move, I took her off the counter and flipped her so that her back was turned to me.

Unzipping her dress, I let it pool at her feet. She turned to look at me, and I could feel the need overwhelming her eyes, too–she could see the same need reflected in mine. There was no going back from this–for neither of us.

She started hurriedly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants; they fell to my feet, and I kicked them away, attaching myself to her once again and kissing every patch of exposed skin my lips could find. I was naked from the waist down–my hard cock visible to her. I felt her pulse quicken under my mouth, her moans encouraging me to go on.

We weren’t thinking. Our bodies were just naturally moving–claiming each other in the most natural of ways. I unclasped her bra, indifferent to the fabric or color, only wanting her breasts to be exposed to me. Sucking on her nipple–feeling the bud growing tight under my tongue, she gasped and pushed against me to tear my shirt open. The buttons flew all over the place. Urgently and manically, she started kissing and sucking on my chest.

I gripped her waist, making her stop her attack on my chest and look at me, getting her as close to me as possible. It felt like our eyes were touching. We were so close. I didn’t want to waste a second laying her down on the floor or going upstairs to place her on a bed–I needed her now. I needed to feel her pussy clench around my aching cock.

Our primal and carnal instincts were taking control of both of us–we weren’t thinking, only feeling–overwhelmed by pure, unfiltered desire. Like animals in heat, we gave each other a little predatory smile, and at this moment, I lifted her up, her arms grasping my neck tightly. She brought her mouth down on mine while I plunged myself inside her. She took the full length of me at once–I was balls deep inside her. Fucking into her ruthlessly, I only thought about how hot and slick she felt around my cock. How her beautiful body felt pressed against mine as I thrusted into her.

I could feel the skin of her hips under the palm of my hand, radiating warmth. We were a combination of sweat and need–two bodies attached to one another, feeding off of each other. She was holding onto my neck–our eyes staring deep into one another while I was feverishly fucking her. Every thrust was a claim. Every look an assertion. I could feel myself about to cum; and I knew she was close too, by how hard she was clenching around me.

Our eyes understood each other, and our bodies knew each other even before we did. We both shifted into another world, but together–our breaths mingling–my groans and her moans overlapped. When our breath went back to normal, I took her mouth in mine and slid out of her slowly, finally coming to my senses, and she to hers. This woman now belonged to me. And I belonged to her.

Epilogue

Eternity

Ella Rose

“For a year, we’ve been preparing for the restructure, here and in our sister companies,” Mr. Engelbert’s voice rang through the microphone. “And we’re proud of all the work that each and every one of you has done during this tough time. Long hours at the office. Conference calls on Saturday mornings. Workshops, training, and evaluations… I am proud to call you my team.”

Holding my breath, I listened to the speech where the next step of my professional future was expected to be made official. As he recited the names, one after the other with their new titles, my heart skipped several beats.

“Ella Rose Boraine; Financial Manager,” he finally announced.

All around me, I heard my team’s applause and couldn’t help but laugh when Mr. Johnson gave me a pat on the back. At last, I’d earned my new title—and God, did I truly deserve it.

Reaching for the phone in my pocket, I quickly texted… I got it!

Celebratory drinks rotated at the office party while colleagues and supervisors congratulated me. Feeling empowered, I was proud of myself. The sleepless nights through the last two quarters had finally paid off, and I couldn’t wait to go home and celebrate with everyone I loved.

My parents were visiting since my mom adored New York in the summer. It was the perfect opportunity.

Making a mental list, I began to count the things I needed to buy for tonight.

When the party was over, I left the premises and got into my car, immediately calling Alex.

“Hey, new boss!” he cheered. “Check this; I got red, white, snacks, and plenty of light beers for your dad.”

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