Marked by Fate
He just kisses me—hard and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. He sinks inside slowly, and we both moan at the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming right of it all.
Our bodies move together in perfect sync, every thrust deep and measured, grinding against that perfect spot until I’m trembling all over again. He holds my gaze the whole time—his eyes filled with love, devotion, and something almost primal.
“I love you,” he whispers, voice rough. “I’ll never stop loving you.”
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