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Her eyes sparkle with genuine affection, her touch soothing the wounds that have festered for far too long. I reach up and brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering against her soft skin.

“Thank you, Isabella,” I say.

She smiles, her lips curved in a way that could melt even the coldest of hearts. “You don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Dominic. We all make mistakes.”

Her hand finds mine once more, intertwining our fingers in a gesture of unity. “If anyone’s to blame, it’s your father. He forced you into a marriage.”

“Like I forced you. I’m just like him.”

“Are you? Because I see a man who would do anything to protect his wife.”

Leaning in closer, I capture her lips once more, savoring the taste of her in every breath. Our kiss is filled with a desire that burns like a wildfire, consuming us both in its passionate embrace.

My hand slides slowly up her thigh, caressing the soft fabric of her dress. I can feel the heat emanating from her body, a reflection of the fire raging within me.

With gentle yet deliberate movements, I lift the hem of her dress, revealing the tantalizing glimpse of her bare skin. Her breath hitches as anticipation fills the air.

Lowering myself to my knees, I trail kisses along her inner thighs, relishing in the delicate taste of her skin. Her body quivers beneath my touch, responding to every stroke and caress.

Slipping her panties down her legs, they pool around her ankles, leaving her completely exposed. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers in a glance that speaks volumes.

I lower my mouth to her pussy, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her, the very essence of her.

Her body shudders beneath me, her moans filling the room as she approaches the point of no return.

I can feel her climax building within her, the tension rising like a tempest, threatening to pull us both into its vortex.

As she screams out my name, her body convulsing in desire, I continue to explore her, to give her pleasure, to show her just how much I want her.

In the midst of her orgasm, I feel a surge of my own desire, an overwhelming need to possess her completely. I pull her dress off her body, revealing her perfect form beneath.

Her skin is warm and smooth, a testament to the passion and desire that courses through us both.

As she continues to shudder with pleasure, I reach for myself, pulling my cock from my pants. I stroke it gently, imagining her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the head, the warmth of her mouth enveloping me.

I move to sit on her chest, pushing my cock straight into her mouth.

She eagerly takes me in, her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive head. The sensation of her warmth and wetness enveloping me is beyond words, it’s pure ecstasy.

She sucks and strokes me, her hands deftly moving in rhythm with her mouth, building my pleasure to a fever pitch.

As I begin to thrust in and out, I lean down to whisper in her ear. “That’s it, take it all in.” She moans around my cock, her body language expressing her own desire and satisfaction.

I continue to fuck her mouth, my pace increasing with each thrust. I watch as her eyes flutter with pleasure, her face wet with saliva and my precum.

The room is filled with the sounds of our passion - her soft moans and my heavy breathing mingling with the wet slurping noises from her mouth.

But I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck her.

I pull out of her mouth. As I position myself at her entrance, I look into her eyes. I want to spend the rest of my life staring into those eyes.

With one powerful thrust, I enter her, feeling her warm walls surround me like a vice. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a muffled cry, her body arching up to meet mine. My hips piston, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

She moans with pleasure as my thrusts become harder and more intense. Each stroke brings with it a new wave of pleasure, and I can feel her tightening around me.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

I obey, thrusting even deeper into her, my cock pounding against her most sensitive spots. I watch as her body tenses, her face contorting into a mask of pure ecstasy. Her eyes roll back, and her cry is a symphony of lust and release.

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