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He pulled back slightly as he said it again, “I love you.”
Without hesitation, I kissed him again and tried, through my touch, to express the deep emotions I was feeling. I clung to him fiercely and he responded in kind, his fingers teasing me with an insatiable hunger that couldn’t be contained. His lips tasted like honey, and his touch ignited me, threatening to rip me apart with pleasure.
“I love you too,” I whispered between kisses, completely overcome by the intensity of our embrace.
We slammed into each other, and we kissed with increasing fervor, our tongues feverishly exploring each other’s mouths. August pulled away and grabbed my neck as his mouth moved downward. His calloused fingers brushed against my skin, and I could feel them shaking with need. I quickly tried to undress him, both of us frantically trying to get his clothes off faster.
I heard a low rumble of laughter as I struggled to remove the belt around his waist. His hands tried to stop me, but I wanted to have him naked, I wanted to feel the heat of his body against mine again. There was a silent understanding between us that needed no words as we removed each other’s garments.
August brought me closer, and our eyes met. I was captivated by the intensity of emotion in his gaze, and I could not look away. Each touch became more passionate and urgent than the last, until he pulled me hard against him. When his lips were at my ear, his breathing was labored, but he whispered something that made me shudder.
“Christine, I love how your pulse races. How your skin feels warm beneath my touch. I love the little ways you gasp when I kiss you. Every sigh is a symphony. Every moan makes me want to sink my teeth into your bottom lip. I love the way you live, beautiful. So vibrant. So mine.”
He was perfect, wild and untamed.
“Love, let’s feel alive for a little while. Take what pleasure life has to offer us,” I murmured, feeling an irresistible desire course through me. He roughly tilted my head back and captured my lips with his, our tongues colliding as his fingers curled tightly around my neck. Passionately and yet tenderly, I felt his hold on me, and the sigh that escaped my lips was driven by passion.
As I melted into him, the heat between us intensified, and I felt my body ache for him as I reveled in this moment of pleasure. August’s eyes filled with hunger and adoration as he watched me, awaiting my consent. The craving that consumed me took command, and I reached out to pull him closer, biting my lip as I beheld him hovering above me.
He tenderly kissed my neck and shoulders before his lips moved sensuously to my breasts. He lingered there, brushing feather-like kisses against my skin as I ran my fingers through his hair. When he at me again, I could sense his uncertainty and apprehension.
“Fuck me, August,” I urged in a whisper, feeling a wildness surge through me. “Make me feel everything.”
He growled in pleasure and anguish, his contorted face a mask of unbearable torment. Before I could do anything, before I could convey my emotions through words, he was inside me. He moved urgently, impatiently and clumsily, each thrust more frenzied than the one before. I could sense his battle as he fought to restrain himself, his eyes begging me to understand his struggle to make love to me the way I deserved.
The sharp pricks of pain from his savage actions made me flinch, but I embraced it. The burning heat between us was all I could feel. All I could taste was him, my vision filled with the naked desire in his eyes.
He groaned raggedly, his breath coming in deep, shuddering gulps of pleasure and pain. I clawed at his back as he pounded me relentlessly, our bodies blurring together in a desperate dance.
“Oh, God,” he cried out, his voice rippling through me. His lips found my throat and neck as he drove into me with all the intensity of a wild storm. I felt like I was on fire, my whole body trembling with aching desire. His thrusts were hard, rough, and so deep I could barely tell where one of us ended and the other began.
I felt him sink deeper inside me, as the sound of our bodies slapping together in the quiet room filled my ears. I had never been this hungry for someone before, this hungry for August. It was a primal need that went beyond sex, beyond the physical desire for human contact. It was a need for intimacy, for love. It was a need for August.
He stood up and reached for my hands, pulling me up to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my thighs around his waist, and held on as he thrust into me again and again. I watched as his eyes glazed over with lust. “I love you, Christine. Can you feel it? Can you fucking feel me?” he grunted.
“I feel you, August,” I said. “I love you.”
After pounding into me for what felt like an eternity, he laid me back down on the mattress. My body tensed and the world around me vanished. I was in my own little universe, a place of pleasure and sensation. I looked up at August, mesmerized by the way he looked at me. The way he dragged his hungry eyes over my skin made me feel invincible, as if nothing could take me away from him. Nothing could take us away from each other.
August’s lips pressed into mine, desperate and insatiable. The hard, rough sex made me pant for breath, yet I wanted more. I took his hand and clasped it on my neck, taking in his warmth as he drove deeper into me. His tongue explored my mouth as if it were a secret chamber, and with each thrust, I could feel him struggling to contain himself.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered into his lips, my body awash with pleasure.
He looked into my eyes with a sad, patient smile on his lips. Leaning closer, our lips connected and his tongue rolled over mine as he fucked me harder. Then he broke the kiss to whisper, “I want to give you everything I am, everything I can be.”
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath as our lips connected once more. His movements were becoming more insistent as his grip tightened, and I could feel him losing all control. His sweat-drenched body became frantic, his hips thrusting with an animalistic intensity.
“I know,” I whispered, my words muffled against his mouth. I ran my hands down his back and felt his slick skin, the sweat between his shoulder blades. Finally, I kissed him again, tasting him as he pounded into me, and I felt myself on the edge of ecstasy. “I know you do,” I uttered.
August and I slammed into one another with a ferocity we both had been eagerly craving. His hands were like iron, pulling me against him as we devoured one another in an uncontrollable, lustful rage. Our bodies moved in a frenzy, and I felt his muscles tense as he reached the peak of pleasure. His chest heaved and my own body shook as our climax surged together.
I gasped, feeling completely and utterly undone from our frantic session. He kissed me again and nuzzled my neck, whispering the words I knew he truly meant, “You are amazing, Christine.” My tears mingled with sweat as I blushed and bit my lip, remembering a time when these words were said daily and with such adoration.
August pulled me tight, his heart pounding against mine, our breaths heavy as our lips touched in a slow, tender kiss. He laid his forehead on mine, his eyes still filled with fire and longing. He slowly pulled out of me and ran his hand over my naked flesh.
“Christine, I want you to know that I…” August’s voice trailed off and he gazed at me, his eyes soft, loving, and full of determination. I felt tears prickle in my eyes, and I reached up for a quick, tender kiss against his lips. He pulled me close and I pulled the blanket around, snuggling into his chest. “I will be a good man—for you. Always for you, love.”
He kissed the top of my head, and I sensed the shame in his voice. He thought he was nothing without me. I knew he was wrong, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I had to be strong for August and let him know that our family, our home, was worth fighting for.
