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“Not since coming back from the hospital. Her new medication is supposed to help mitigate these kinds of things.” He scrubs his hands over his face. “She asked about Chloe, again. Something isn’t right. Something is off.”

“Did she say anything about me? Aside from asking who I was?”

“No. I explained to her that you were the new live-in housekeeper for now, and that was it. She didn’t ask any more questions. Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I run my hands over his arms. “As long as I’m with you, I’m okay.”

He sighs and drops his head into the crook of my neck. “I’m so happy to hear that—you have no idea. I missed you, Sabine.”

While our kisses at my cabin were frenzied and manic, these are deep, passionate, and savoring.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you beyond measure, Astor Stone.”

He looks down at me with such adoration that warm tingles spread over my skin. I smile and, for a moment, think I could cry. I have never loved anyone this much. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“You’re mine, Sabine. Forever.”

“And you are mine, only mine. Forever.”

We fall onto the bed, enveloped in the cool night air sweeping through the windows.

We make quick work of getting undressed, and once naked, he wraps an arm around my torso and pulls me deeper into the bed, like I weigh nothing at all.

How does this man make me feel so small, yet so powerful at the same time?

At that moment, nothing exists except for me and him. This is what I want, forever and ever.

Kissing wildly, Astor strokes me with his fingers, slipping his thumb over my clit. I’m already dripping wet and throbbing, desperate for him.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers between kisses.

I tilt my head back and thrust into his hand as he finger fucks me, one, two, three fingers, while his pinky strokes my asshole with each thrust. I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders.

I already feel like I could come but I don't want this to end so quickly.

I shove him off me, onto his back, and crawl on top of him.

Lifted on my knees, I hover just above his cock. His eyes flash with heat.

“You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen.” His hands caress my breasts, his fingertips rolling my erect, aching nipples.

“Ride me baby. Take it all. Take all of this cock.”

“Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Sabine. All yours.”

I lower, popping his thick, swollen head in and out of my pussy, wetting the tip while driving him absolutely wild.

“You’re killing me, baby.” He groans.

Supporting my weight with my hands on his chest, I slowly lower myself down his shaft. We both moan in ecstasy. It hurts but feels so good at the same time.

“Hold on,” I wince. “I need a second to adjust.” He’s so big I can feel him in my stomach and, finally, sink all the way down.

His words are unintelligible as I begin rocking my hips, rubbing my clit against his springy pad of hair.

The veins bulge on his neck. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me.

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