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"I think I prefer planning a wedding over planning a dinner," she says, yanking away my shirt from where it's tucked in and unbuttoning it with the ferocity of a tiger. I take her lips again and let the taste of her fill me, igniting deeper cravings that settle like an ache between my legs.

She had come off as nonchalant at first and yet effortlessly, I had seduced her and wrapped her round my finger, and under me. The beauty of the moment catches me as I slip off her bra and cup her breast, her hard nipples scraping against theroughness of my palms, eliciting a sharp pleasure that shoots through her.

This was our moment, an intimate moment that makes me realize how much she is mine. And when I take one hard nipple into my mouth, her breath catches. It always catches in that swirl of sensations and fire building up in her, begging so hard to be released. I tug at the hook of her pants, and I realize she hadn't unstrapped her weapon.

In a quick motion, everything falls to the floor and she stares at me, in all my glory, standing hard and male, just for her. I feel my head swell at that knowledge, lust and passion building up in her eyes. She wants me, she always wants me.

My mouth returns to hers, hovering round her body, down her breasts, stomach, thighs, threatening to set free the flames she's trying to hold in. I slide my fingers down her wetness, my mouth hovering above her core as something so primal tightens in her stomach and melts.

The electricity of it all shoots up my spine when I thumb her clit and a shudder ripples down her. Then my tongue finally settles and the pleasure all but drowns her. She arches her back, threading her hands through my hair, the muscles of her thighs stiffening in pleasure.

My tongue works magic all over her folds, seeking, exploring, devouring what was found. It's as if I'm making love to it and finally something snaps and she lets out a scream, her hips bucking against my head, her hands flailing as she fists them in the bed sheets while I hold her down by her waist, savoring everything she has to offer as she rides out the high I keep pushing her towards. Not once, but twice.

I let her ride out her second orgasm before coming up against her. The world feels like it’s spinning and there’s nothing in it but her. She wraps her legs around me and in a swift motion, she flips, trapping me under her, her weight fully on top ofme and my member rigid against her wet core. A smile cradles my face as she laces her hands together behind her head in astonishment.

"Being a tigress already?" I tease, but I’m eager to play along and see what she does. She smirks as her fingers wrap around my length and pushes me slightly into her, watching my eyes darken. Lust invades my senses and she sinks onto me to the hilt in one motion, a gasp escaping her lips as the pleasure of it ripples down in a massive wave down to her core, clenching me tight. I can feel her pulsate around me as she slowly rises and sinks down onto me, inch by inch. I watch her, intense lust and pleasure dancing around her eyes.

My thumb goes to her clit, circling it in fast swift motions that make her squeeze me more. Pleasure builds to a height she's sure she can't ride down from and our hips let go of a rhythm, her hips are thrusting up to meet the descent of mine, taking me so deep and hard yet still it's not even enough.

I flip her and slam deep into her, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips now raising her hips to match my fast motions. She's moaning and gasping and whimpering, a contrast to my grunts and groans.

She tries to hold onto the last knot of pleasure but it snaps, taking it along with mine and everything comes crashing down, I fall on top of her with one last deep thrust and she screams, her eyes rolling back as her body shudders, pleasure gripping her, milking me, her hips bucking and quaking in reckless abandon.

My hips buck slowly into hers, adding to the pleasure this mind-blowing orgasm brings. Her hands are clutching my hair tightly as she rides out the height of the orgasm and when I feel her body go lax under me, I raise myself up, supporting my head with my elbow beside her hair and stroke her face.

"I love you, Sheriff Evelyn," I whisper against her mouth.

“I love you more, Mr. Mayor.”

As our lips meet, I feel a surge of warmth and contentment wash over me. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, I know that as long as we face them together, there is nothing we can’t overcome.

And as we embrace, I know that our love will be the guiding light that will lead us through whatever the future holds. We are one!