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As I slide into bed beside her, the warmth of her presence is a balm to the day's stresses. I drape an arm around her, carefully maintaining the delicate balance between my need for closeness and her comfort. The act, so simple yet profoundly intimate, anchors me to the moment, to the quiet hope that in the chaos of our lives, here, in the stillness beside her, we can find a semblance of peace.
Chapter Seventeen
Pia
As his strong, pulsating erection presses against my back, I feel a surge of desire that threatens to consume me. Yet, I struggle to resist the tide. So much is happening all at once, my emotions tangled. But one thing is sure—I love him. Caught in the confusion, I cling to my autonomy and independence. Is being with him truly granting me this? With closed eyes, tears streaming down my face, I wonder. Why must it be so complicated?
Wiping away the tears, I reach for him. I crave his touch, the physical connection between us. My body aches with a burning desire to have him inside me, filling me completely.
Blood rushes through my veins, every nerve alive with sensation as heat pools between my legs. Unable to resist any longer, I turn to face him—my beloved fiancé, soon to be my husband.
My heart races with anticipation and longing for our future together. A future I now find myself questioning.
With determination, I push away any doubts and turn to face him. His dark eyes lock onto mine, sending a thrill through my body. "Hey," he greets me in a husky voice, setting me on edge.
"Hey," I reply, sliding my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer to his lips. Our tongues dance together as we kiss passionately, tasting each other with every movement.
But words are no longer needed as desire takes over. I straddle him, craving his touch. "Marco," I pant, hungry for more. "I need you to touch me."
Without hesitation, his fingers trail down to my breasts, teasing and playing with my nipples until I moan in pleasure. "Mmm," I gasp, arching into his touch. "More."
Marco sits up, cupping my breasts in his hands as his heated breath washes over me. Desire courses through me as he continues to explore my body with his skilled hands and lips.
My chest rises and falls with every breath as I grind my hips over him, savoring the feeling of his body against mine. My pussy pulses with heated need, sending waves of yearning throughout my body. Each movement is slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure and building it to an intense crescendo.
His hands slide down my body, tracing the curves of my hips before finding their destination, and I draw in a sharp breath as his fingers brush over the wet heat of my desire. I'm lost in the sensation, in the relentless pleasure he gives me so willingly.
"Please," I whisper, the soft plea escaping between my lips as if my body knows what it requires. His touch becomes more insistent, his fingers delving deeper, and a surge of pleasure radiates outward from my core.
Marco groans in response to my plea. "Fuck." His own need is obvious in the hard lines of his body and the strain in his voice. "Pia," he says, a growl threaded with all the longing and urgency I feel mirrored in myself.
Our movements become frenzied now, urgent and unyielding. The rhythm we create is a primal dance enacted by lovers since time immemorial. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, every moan and gasp a reflection of the depth of our passion.
My fingers dig into his shoulders while Marco's grip on my hips tightens. The room melts away until there's nothing but our searing connection, this shared ecstasy that obliterates thought and hesitation. A crescendo of pleasure builds within me, threatening to shatter my composure completely.
We move together, pulsing like a single rhythmic heart beating through the haze of passion. The connection of our love-making speaks volumes more than any words could ever hope to convey. And as we both teeter on the brink of release, there's a sense that we are not just two people lost in pleasure but two souls merging into one entity, transcendent and all-consuming. Our breathing becomes ragged and labored as we strive to maintain the pace, the tension in our bodies winding tighter and tighter like a coiled spring.
I can feel the tremors begin in my core, a wave of release ready to wash over me and pull me under its powerful current. I cry out his name, a pain to the force that binds us: "Marco!"
He responds with equal fervor, his voice a deep rumble against the storm of our senses. "Pia!"
Our climaxes hit us simultaneously—a burst of white-hot passion that sears through every fiber of my being. I am adrift in pure sensation, riding the wave of our shared release that never ends. Our bodies shudder together as if they are one, and for a moment, everything else is inconsequential—the doubts, the fears, they all dissolve into irrelevance.
As our breathing slows and our pulses steady, I collapse onto Marco's chest, my skin slick with the remnants of our union. We're silent now; the only sounds in the room are our synchronized breaths and the faint beat of two hearts now inexorably linked.
Marco's arms encircle me in a warm embrace, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back as if to memorize the contours of my body. A tenderness here brings a fresh sheen of tears to my eyes—not of sadness or fear this time, but of profound gratitude.
"I love you," he whispers into my hair, each word a kiss upon my soul.
"And I love you," I murmur back, my voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with my emotions as tears stream down my face.
"You are mine," he growls, his tone possessive but free of any malice. It is a declaration of our connection that I have come to cherish deeply.
His hands cradle my face, thumb wiping away the remnants of my tears. I look into his eyes and see my reflection and the future we will build together. A future where love is not just an explosive passion but a steady flame that warms us through the darkest nights.
We lay there for an eternity, lost in each other's gaze. Our hearts beat as one, our breath finding a rhythm in the quiet aftermath. There's no need to speak; everything has been said through our bodies' conversation.
I find the peace I've yearned for here in Marco's arms.
