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“Is this real?” she whispers, her breath hitching as my lips trail kisses across her throat.

“It is. You’re mine now, and I’m going to give you the world. Or at least as much of it as I can. But first, I want you. Right here, right now,” I murmur.

The room is filled with the soft notes of jazz music drifting in through the open window, mingling with the distant hum ofBourbon Street. But none of it compares to the melody we create together. Our bodies move in sync as if we’ve been making love for years instead of months. Her slender yet athletic frame fits perfectly against mine, and I savor the contrast of her smooth skin against the rough ink that marks my arms.

We move together, quickening our pace until every touch feels like a promise, every look holds a secret, and every sigh is a testament to what we’re building—a sanctuary amidst the tumult of our lives. She is fierce and strong, passionate beyond belief. And I want her to reach the height of ecstasy before I follow her into a state of rapturous bliss.

Pressing on, I find the sweet spot that sends her soaring. She screams my name, clawing her nails down my back and wrapping her thighs tighter. It’s almost impossible to move now, but I’m a man possessed. I thrust deep, reveling in the pulse of her body around mine. And when I finally crest the wave, I crash, shattering into a million glittery shards of bliss.

Cuddling her close, I whisper soft words about our future together. I’ve lived in the shadows for so long, I almost forgot what the light felt like. But she reminds me—every touch, every laugh, every whispered promise. She’s the reason I believe in something beyond the club, beyond the fight. She’s my peace, my fire, my forever. She gives me hope that the future will be much brighter than the past. I’ll be able to face even the most deviant hearts because her love will bring me peace. No matter what the future holds, from now on, we’ll ride it out together.

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