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“Ella, you are magnificent. You take my breath away." With a surge of excitement, I wrap my arms around her and eagerly sweep her off her feet, carrying her into the bedroom. As I lay her down on the mattress, I am overcome by a rush of emotions—desire, love, adoration—all for this incredible woman in front of me.

“Do you like my stockings?” Ella smiles and pretends to crawl away, taunting me by wiggling her ass.

My lovesick eyes devour every inch of her perfect body—her supple breasts, tight nipples, cinched waist, round ass and the glistening pussy clearly visible through her stockings. What the hell have I ever done to deserve this?

"You look good enough to eat." I storm after her onto the bed, hastily ripping off her stockings with a forceful tug that tears the delicate fabric like tissue paper. My eager hands greedily grasp at the curves of her ass, while my head dips down to taste the slick wetness between her thighs.

“Grant!” Ella's body quivers and trembles with pleasure as she whimpers apologies between moans. Her thighs shake, losing strength as her hips buck uncontrollably, my tongue continuing its relentless strokes against her clit.

I gently press her torso down and her head falls onto the pillow in front of her. She holds on tightly, looking over her shoulder to watch me pleasure her dripping core while sobbing my name. The sound is music to my ears. Losing herself in the ecstasy of the moment, her surrender is a sight to behold, one that will be etched into my memory for years to come.

The scent of her arousal fills the air. The sheets beneath us are rumpled and damp from our heated bodies. My fingers grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as I slowly slip my cock between her folds. With labored breaths and unchecked avarice, I watch it slide between her slick flesh, testing the limits of my patience.

“You frightened me today. I thought I might lose you.” My voice cracks as I caress her hips and flip her onto her back. Her eyes widen with surprise, then slowly close as I cover her with my body and crush my lips to hers. “I’m not cut out for casual relationships, sweetheart. I don’t want an arrangement—I want you. All of you, every day and night. I’ve thought about you for years and the last two weeks have only increased my obsession.”

“Obsession?” As Ella circles her arms around my neck, I feel the heat of her body against mine. It’s so intoxicating, I can’t contain my desire.

When our lips meet again, I thrust inside her, filling her completely until our bodies meld together in perfect rhythm. A deep, guttural growl echoes from deep within me as my lust for Ella intensifies and consumes me. My mind blurs with raw, animalistic longing and I know I won’t hold on for long.

“I’m so obsessed with you. I adore you, Ella. I want you to be mine. Be mine, baby. All mine.”

She has no time to respond. I plunge deep, filling every inch as I pull out and repeat the motion, driven by madness.

“Do want me to be your girlfriend?” Ella whimpers, moaning with unchecked lust as I continue to thrust, pushing her body to the limits.

I know she’s exhausted, but her body responds eagerly to every movement, meeting my thrusts, matching my friction and getting closer and closer to the edge.

“No, my love. I want you to be my wife.” The confession emerges much easier than I expected.

Her eyes meet mine, wide with wonder and dark with desire. With gazes locked, our hands clasp in a tight grip as our bodies surrender to the unstoppable force that brought us together.

“Do you love me?” Ella quietly gasps, struggling to catch her breath as her body trembles beneath me.

I nod and gently kiss her lips. “I love you. I’ve loved you from the start.”

Ella leans towards me, her breath warm against my skin as she softly places her lips on my chin. "I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, Grant," she whispers. "I love you."

Chapter 17

Epilogue -One Year Later

Grant

“You look beautiful,sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” As I stand next to Ella, our reflections captured in the full-length mirror, my heart swells with love. I am overwhelmed by how much my life has transformed in less than a year. I’m the luckiest man alive to have this woman by my side.

Ella pouts, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her dress as if it doesn't fit. In reality, she looks absolutely stunning. Despite being nearly nine months pregnant, her doctor has assured her that she's right on track for her due date in just three short weeks. "I feel like a beached whale," she grumbles, casting a sidelong glance at her reflection in the mirror. "Do I really have to attend? We won't even get our diplomas at the ceremony. The school will just send them in the mail next month." Her words are tinged with disappointment, but there's a hint of relief in her tone as well.

I can't stand to hear her talk about herself that way. Her parents did a number on her self-esteem, but I’m determined to help her repair the damage. "Don't you dare say those things," I snap, my voice laced with frustration. "You're more than just a beautiful woman carrying our baby. You're strong and resilient, and today is your college graduation day. Youfought through morning sickness, back pain, early classes, and evening seminars to finish your degree on schedule. You deserve to celebrate this accomplishment." I take her hand in mine, my fingers intertwined with hers. "And when they call out your name, Ella March-Whitlock, you will walk across that stage with pride and joy because you earned this moment." My resolve is clear as I look into her eyes. "And if I have to, I'll drag you down that stage myself."

Ella turns to face me, her body pressing against mine in a warm embrace. Her arms wrap around my waist, holding her hips back as if she's self-conscious about her prominent bump. But I don't mind, I just pull her closer, unable to resist the love and affection she gives me.

As we stand there, lost in each other's touch, Ella suddenly breaks the silence with a worry-filled question. "But what if I'm walking down that stage and my water breaks? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that could be?" Worry creases her forehead, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. "I may have to give birth in the car."

I bring my lips to hers, tracing a gentle path from her collarbone to her shoulder. My fingertips dance across her skin, trying to soothe and calm the nerves that I know are fluttering beneath the surface. “That won’t happen, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “I heard you tell Gale you didn’t want to take that official graduation photo while heavily pregnant. But have you considered the bigger picture?”

Ella pulls away from my embrace and glides gracefully toward her vanity dresser. She unlocks a small jewelry box and delicately removes a single strand of pearls. With a slight tilt of her head, she gestures for me to help her fasten the clasp. "That's the problem, Grant," she says softly. "I will be remembered as the graduate who waddled across the stage in my cap and gown.And I’ll have a giant portrait to show it. I heard you ordering advanced copies."

I hesitantly confess, "I went a little overboard and ordered a ton of copies…" My voice trails off as I continue. “And one day we’ll sit down with Eleanor and show her the photos, immortalizing her presence on one of the most important days of your life.”

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