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I fuck her. I fuck her hard and ruthlessly. My hips work fast, as if determined to prove something, and I am. I’m proving she’s mine.

Her pussy grips me so damn tight I know I can’t hold on much longer. My balls draw up and my cock threatens to spill with each surge. Her fingernails claw my skin as if attempting to anchor herself to me, but the bite of pain against my scars only solidifies the intensity of my pleasure.

It’s clear my trauma has desensitized me with pain, so when she lunges forward and bites the side of my pec over the iron mark, my eyes glaze over with a haze of euphoria.

Her pussy wraps around me like a velvet vise, determined to keep me inside on each stroke, and when she throws her head back on a loud scream that bounces off the walls of the bedroom, my vision darkens, my cock pulsates, and my cum shoots deep inside her as her pussy milks me dry.

“I love you, Sienna,” I whisper against her ear, and bury my face in the crook of her neck, then my heavy breaths become subtle pants. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you.”

She takes my chin in her fingers and pulls me to face her. Our eyes lock with one another’s. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve never wavered, not once.” Her teary eyes implore mine, and I slam my lips against hers.

“Fuck,” I breathe out with a grunt as I somehow continue to grind my hips against her compliant body, willing my cum to give us the gift of a life.

A life together where freedom knows no bounds.