Page 55 of Captured By Fate

“I will always save you,” I tell her seriously. “You are mine, Kelley.”

She smiles again and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head against my chest.

As our lips connect, my heart pounds in my ears, overwhelmed with emotion. Her soft, warm mouth feels like a taste of heaven after months of torture. I slide my hands up her back, threading them through her hair as I deepen the kiss, losing myself in her scent - a mix of flowers and perfume that's uniquely hers.

She melts into me, her body pressed against mine like a second skin. The sound of our breaths mingling is music to my ears, punctuated by the occasional sweet moan escaping from her lips.

When we finally pull apart, we're both panting, our chests heaving in sync. Our lips trail kisses down each other's necks, and hers are soft and trembling against mine. I can feel her heart race under my palm as it beats against her chest.

She gasps when my hand brushes against her breast, sending shockwaves through our entwined bodies. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling gently as she arches into the touch. I groan softly, my hand trailing up higher along her torso. My thumb brushes over the hardened nipple beneath her shirt, causing a wave of electricity to course through me.

Without breaking their lingering kisses, our hands work at undoing each other's clothes. We’re both naked within seconds.

My mouth finds one of her succulent mounds immediately, suckling hungrily while my other hand explores lower on her body. She wraps one hand around mine and guides it to her throbbing core. I can feel how wet she is just from my touch alone.

My fingers glide through her slick folds, finding her entrance already wet and swollen with need. She gasps as they make contact, arching her back to give me better access.

I thrust two fingers inside of her, feeling the tight heat surround them like a velvety glove. She whimpers softly, thrusting her hips forward to meet my movements as I begin to stroke her in long, deep strokes.

Her breasts sway with every moan she releases, nipples standing tall and hard against her chest as I pay attention to them as well; sucking one into my mouth while rolling the other between thumb and forefinger.

Her hips buck against my hand as I pump in and out of her wet depths, seeking release. She gasps when I circle my fingertips around her clit, eliciting another moan from deep within her throat. She's so responsive; so ready for me.

Her other hand comes up to cup the back of my head gently, encouraging me to continue this dance between our bodies. I push deeper inside of her, feeling the walls of her core clench around my fingers as she moans louder this time around - a sound that vibrates throughout both our bodies.

Her breathing becomes ragged now; each exhale an audible gust against my cheek while hers mingles with mine every time she cries out.

I pull my fingers out and lower my head between her thighs. The taste of her pussy is intoxicating, a mix of salty and sweet that sends shivers down my spine. My tongue dives in deeper as my fingers slowly thrust into her tight heat, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her moan even louder.

She's so responsive, her hips bucking against my face as she grinds herself onto my mouth. Her fingers thread through my hair and tug gently, urging me to go harder. I obey, eager to please this incredible woman who is now the focus of all my desire.

With each passing second, I can feel the tension building within her core; it's like holding lightning in a bottle ready to strike any minute now. She gyrates against my face, moaning my name as if it were some sort of prayer.

We are both breathing heavily now; each breath mixed with desire and anticipation for what comes next. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she approaches orgasm - I can feel it coming from her body language alone.

And then finally, she cries out, throwing her head back into the couch cushions and arching her back off the floor while her walls clamp down on my fingers rhythmically milking every last drop from them before relaxing again in pure ecstasy.

She collapses back onto the couch panting heavily; spent but far from done with me. Her eyes meet mine– filled with tenderness and raw hunger all at once – as if she knows exactly what comes next: an even deeper kind of pleasure only we can share together.

Lining up at her entrance, I push inside slowly watching as our bodies connect intimately; feeling every ridge and valley align perfectly like they were made for only each other. Slowly at first just to savor the sensation then picking up speed until we move together in perfect unison – hungry for more friction.

"Yes, yes, right there, oh fuck, so good!" she gasps between hissing breaths as I bury myself deeper inside of her. Her breasts sway beautifully beneath us, her nipples still hard and erect from our previous encounter.

I lean down to take one into my mouth, sucking gently as I continue to pound into her, tasting the sweet nectar that beads at the tip. She tastes addictive - like honey and wine mixed together - and I can't help but want more.

I switch to the other nipple, rolling it between my teeth and licking it clean before looking up at her. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire as she stares back at me, demanding more.

I pick up the pace, slamming into her with a fervor that matches hers. Our bodies collide over and over again; our sweat mixing together to form a sticky coating that glistens under the candlelight.

She throws her head back once again with a long moan that vibrates against my chest as another wave of pleasure washes over us both. Her nails dig into my shoulders now, drawing little lines of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure we feel together.

Her legs wrap around me tightly like a vice grip holding onto me for dear life as we lose ourselves in this moment. Every time she comes down from one powerful orgasm, she pushes herself back up for more - never wanting this connection to end.

The sounds of skin on skin fill the airwaves as we make love wildly on the plush couch cushions; grinding against each other until there's no difference between where she ends and where I begin anymore.

Suddenly wracked with an intensity greater than before, I feel myself emptying myself inside of her in powerful spurts - groaning loudly as I release all my built-up tension into her welcoming depths.

Our panting slows down but doesn't stop; we stay locked together long after our orgasms pass. We fall asleep wrapped tightly in each other.

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