“You built something here,” I say.
“So did you,” she replies.
I look back at her.
“This doesn’t exist without you,” I say.
She raises an eyebrow slightly.
“That’s not entirely true,” she replies.
“No,” I agree. “But it doesn’t look like this without you.”
She considers that, then nods once.
“Fair,” she says.
I step closer, my hand settling lightly at her side, not pulling, not claiming, just… there.
“This is the future,” I say.
She tilts her head slightly.
“Yeah,” she replies. “It is.”
“And we build on it,” I continue.
“Yes.”
That word settles into something final.
Not an ending.
A foundation.
I let my hand shift slightly, grounding the moment, not holding it in place, just… acknowledging it.
“This isn’t where it stops,” I say.
“No,” she replies.
“It’s where it starts,” I add.
Her eyes shine like diamonds as a smile creases her lovely face.
“Yes. Yes it does.”
We embrace, and our mouths find each other with hungry warmth. I slide my hand down the perfection of her body, feeling the curve of her spine. She leans into me, and already I smell her heat rippling off of her in delicious aromatic waves.
There’s no rush as we peel our clothing off each other. Our naked skin presses together, connecting the physical to the spiritual. My soul sings for her, this magnificent woman, the most magnificent woman in the galaxy.
I would kill for her. I would die for her. But today, I will do neither. Today is about celebration.
“You are mine,” I growl, trailing kisses down her neck as she smooths her fingers through my hair.
“I am yours,” she whispers, then gasps as I suckle on her delectable nipple. “I am yours!”
My hand slides down to her magnificent buttocks, squeezing the supple, pliant flesh to my whims. She moans when I pry her cheeks apart and dip my finger into the wetness of her pussy. Anastasia’s hand grips my cock, which twitches hard in her grasp.
