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"Mine," he growled against my flesh, possessive yet reverent all at once.

"Yours," I echoed breathlessly as waves of pleasure coursed through me – every inch of myself given willingly to him. Not just physically responding to his skilled touch but emotionally too. The woman who tamed unruly horses, the vulnerable soul seeking solace and guidance, the passionate lover matching his every desire – all facets of me were acknowledged and met with fervor.

Our bodies collided in a rhythm as old as time yet fresh with each encounter. My pussy welcomed his cock eagerly, the familiarintrusion sending sparks of pleasure radiating outwards. When climax washed over me, it wasn't merely physical release but an intimate connection - a blending of body and spirit that left me breathless and whole.

After our shared ecstasy subsided, we lay entwined in the dim light, my head resting on his steady chest. His heartbeat echoed in my ear while his fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine. The silence between us was filled with unspoken understanding and intimacy.

"Happy?" His voice rumbled through me, a question that held more weight than it seemed.

The collar around my neck felt comforting, its weight anchoring me to him. I considered his question as I reveled in the warmth of his body beside mine. In this moment of quiet contemplation, I realized I was wholly myself - both little and adult, vulnerable yet strong.

"Complete," I whispered back to him softly.

His arms tightened around me protectively as he murmured back, "That's all I've ever wanted for you."

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