His father’s obsession with me
“We’ll face it together. I’m not letting you go. Not for anything.”
We made love again that night — slow, emotional, almost desperate. He moved inside me with deep, loving thrusts, eyes never leaving mine, whispering promises between kisses. “We’ll tell them when we’re ready. But nothing changes how I feel about you. You’re my forever, Aurora.”
I came with his name on my lips, clinging to him as waves of pleasure and fear washed over me. He followed, spilling deep inside me, holding me through every pulse.
In the afterglow, wrapped safely in his arms, I knew the road ahead would be harder than ever. Our parents knew. The secret was cracking. But our love — passionate, forbidden, unbreakable
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