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“Yours,” I agreed. “Do whatever you want me with me. As long as it’s you, I can handle anything.”

“Let me hear you beg,” he rasped. “Tell me you want it, Jo.”

“Please, Hatter,” I whimpered. “I need it. I want your cock in me. I feel so empty.”

He tumbled us to the bed, and I parted my thighs. He settled between them, his hard cock brushing against me.

“You belong to me,” he said harshly. “This little pussy is mine, and no one else’s.”

All I could do was moan in agreement as I felt him rub his cock against me, teasing me mercilessly. He slipped the head into my pussy, just holding it there as a way to torment me. I arched my back in an unconscious attempt to get him deeper inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

And then he was all the way inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped at the sensation of being so full of him, but it was a good ache, one that told me I was his. He started moving, slowly at first, thrusting in and out of me with a steady rhythm. The friction from the slow drag of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I found myself clinging tightly to him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned.

I whimpered in response, meeting his thrusts with my own. We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies becoming one in our quest for pleasure. As he pounded into me, I felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm beginning deep within me.

“Hatter,” I cried out his name, my voice hoarse with desire. “I’m going to come.”

He groaned, his voice full of dark pleasure. “Come for me, Jo,” he growled. “Let go.”

And then I did, my body shuddering as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me. I felt him grow harder inside me, and then he let out a primal groan, filling me with his hot cum.

We collapsed against each other, panting heavily. He leaned down to capture my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. As our hearts slowed down and our breathing steadied, I realized that this was what it meant to be loved by Hatter: to be claimed completely, body and soul.

In the aftermath, we lay tangled together, our breaths coming down to a steady rhythm. My heart felt like it was going to burst, so full of love and gratitude for the man holding me close.

“You’re it for me. You’re everything.” He kissed my cheek and hugged me tight.

I couldn’t find the words to respond. His gaze held so much emotion it made my heart swell.

“Be my old lady, Jo,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Me? Your old lady?” I questioned, my voice quivering with disbelief. But deep down, I knew it was right. Hatter had become my rock, my anchor in this chaotic world. If I hadn’t watched one of those motorcycle club shows a while back, I’d have had no clue what he was talking about. Might have even been offended and thought he was calling me old. But I knew the commitment he was asking of me.

“There’s no one else I’d ever want by my side,” he said, his fingers gently stroking my cheek. “We’ve both been through hell, but together, we can make something beautiful.”

His words echoed in my head, his unwavering belief in us filling my soul with warmth. Despite all the pain and darkness we’d faced, Hatter was right -- we could build a future together, one filled with love and hope.

“All right, Hatter,” I murmured, my eyes brimming with tears as I nodded. “I’ll be your old lady. I’ll stand by you, just like you’ve stood by me.”

He smiled, a genuine, heart-wrenching smile that lit up his entire face. His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer as we lay there, basking in the glow of our love. I wondered if anyone else had ever seen this sweet side of him.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

It felt as if my soul entwined with Hatter’s, the love between us growing deeper and stronger.

I was surrounded by the warmth of Hatter’s love, and I knew our journey was only just beginning. Together, we’d face whatever life had in store for us, our love an unbreakable bond that would see us through even the worst of times. In his arms, I’d found my home -- a place where I could finally heal and grow, forever safe in the knowledge that I was loved.

“Sleep now. I’ll be right here beside you when you wake up.”

As I closed my eyes, the night’s chill didn’t touch me. Not with Hatter’s warmth seeping into my bones, chasing away the coldness that had lived inside me for so long.

“Night, Hatter,” I murmured, feeling his lips press gently against my shoulder.

“Goodnight, Jo,” he whispered back, holding me tighter as we drifted off. The world outside could wait. Tonight, we belonged to each other, and nothing else mattered.

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