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I yank my pants down, freeing my cock, and move her panties aside so I can drive into her.

The moment my cock slides into her passage it feels like heaven. Like coming home and all things good that I crave.

She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders, grasping. Then I watch her face, the sweet pleasure all over it, as I fuck her.

I fuck her as if this is the first time and the last. Like it’s my one chance to have her.

When I feel her come I move faster, giving her more pleasure. I manage to keep up that pace for as long as I can, fucking her against the tree, under the moon, shrouded by darkness.

The walls of her pussy throb around my cock as she comes again, squeezing my length. It feels too good, too good to control any longer.

When I explode inside her it feels like I’m falling and flying off the face of the earth.

I press my mouth to hers again and she clings on to me while her sweet cunt drains me dry.

I hold her face and stare down at her. Everything I feel for her keeps growing and growing beyond my control. And I keep wanting more from her. I can never get enough, no matter how much I take.

It’s never enough. I only feel complete when I’m with her like this.

“You’re the missing piece of me,” I tell her and she places a hand to my heart.

We stare at each other for a moment, a heartbeat, then she kisses me, telling me without words how she feels, too.

It’s then I realize that I’m nothing without her. If I let her fly away life goes back to the way it was before.

Empty and hollow and void.

Nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gabriella

“I can’t believe November is almost over already,” Cora says, looking at the light rain trickling down outside. “Before you know it, it’ll be snowing.”

We’re in the sunroom having lunch. She’s come by for our weekly catch-up session and as usual, Eve has whipped us up a delicious spread to feast on.

I nod when Cora looks at me but that sinking feeling in my soul grabs me when I think of how much time has flown by.

It’s been two months since Jaxon entered my life. We’ve been married for nearly five weeks. Sometimes it feels like a long time. At other times it’s not long enough. Then there are the times when it’s a mixture of the two and conflict waltzes in.

As time rolls on I keep being reminded of the wider problems at hand, the biggest one being I’m still a prisoner here. It doesn’t matter that I’ve fallen head over heels in love with my captor,my husband.

“Soon it will be Christmas,” I add, my voice reflecting my inner turmoil.

We previously talked about her upcoming wedding. After being engaged for two years she and Joey have finally set a date. She was excited to talk to me about something she’s wanted since forever, so I didn’t want to ruin her mood.

We’re always talking about me, and some shit is always wrong, so I felt it would be great to bask in her good news for a change.

“Are you okay?” She looks me over when she notices the shift in my mood.

“Same old thing.”

“Even though your skin is glowing like you have sex for breakfast, lunch and dinner?” She bites the inside of her lip in an attempt to hide her smile.

I smirk and look away, embarrassed for being so obvious. “Cora.”

“I’m right, though. Aren’t I?” She laughs.

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