I thought I could leave this a one-shot but after seeing some comments, I decided to add a couple chapters. I hope you guys like it...

She was crying. "Fitz…" was the only thing she could utter. He sat down next to her and pulled her into a warm embrace. "I told you Olivia, I cannot live without you. I cannot keep you secret. We love each other. We belong together. And I cannot put you in this situation. You deserve everything. And for as long as I live, I will do my best to give you everything I can."

She couldn't talk, all she could do was to let her tears roll down her cheeks and look at his eyes. He cradled her in his arms and they sat on his bed, Olivia was safely nested in his arms. This was the happiest she had ever been in her life.

It was exactly a month and two days later.

Olivia was at home, watching the news when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door and saw Fitz standing there with a huge bouquet of white lilies. She gasped, and he dropped the massive bouquet on the bench next to the door and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her so tightly that she couldn't breathe for a minute.

"What's going on?" she asked when he finally loosened his grip a little.

"It's done. It's over. I am single." he said with the biggest smile.

She had been waiting for that day, yet it was so hard to believe that it finally came. She kept looking at him in complete shock for a few moments until he pulled her into a searing kiss. He pulled her legs up and she wrapped them around his waist instinctively. He walked to the nearest wall and slammed her back to it. They were both on such a high.

"Olivia... Olivia... Olivia..." he kept whispering through his clenched teeth. His hands were busy taking off her blouse and unzipping her shorts. He let her on the floor enough for her shorts to fall down, and then she was between him and the wall again with her legs wrapped around his waist. She unbuttoned his shirt and he shook it off.

Suddenly she bit his lower lip and dig her nails on his back. He looked at her eyes and saw pure lust. She always knew he loved her and that he wanted her, but she had never, up to this moment, felt that he was actually hers. She had never felt that she had the right to possess him like this or to mark him as hers.

"You are mine" she said with a hoarse voice. "Fitz, you are MINE." With that, she dig her nails further into his skin. He brushed his lips over hers and they started kissing passionately. She moved her hands into his hair and pulled his head back. She latched onto his neck and kept nipping and licking until she reached his ear. She sucked on his earlobe fiercely. His knees were going weak with the sensations she was giving him. She breathed in and out a few times before she whispered "What are you still waiting for? Why aren't you taking me, mister?"

This was his undoing. He almost ran to her dining table and dropped her on it. He got rid of his pants and boxers in one swift motion after undoing his belt and rammed himself inside her without warning. "AAAAAAH" she screamed and hit the table with both her palms. The first thrust felt like he was ripping her apart, but it also felt so, so good. He didn't want to hurt her, or maybe he did, he wasn't sure, but he didn't want her to be hurt. It didn't make sense to him, but who cared?

She made sense to him. Being hers and her being his - made sense to him.

She was crying out with pain but also trembling with pleasure. "Please don't stop" she said. And that... Made sense to him...

It was only the first couple thrusts that were painful. She quickly adapted to him after that. She fit him like a glove. Just. Like. A. Glove. It drove him crazy every time.

After his first thrust, he started long, slow ones. The rhythm was unhurried, but he was going in deep, so deep that he could feel her cervix at the tip of his penis. It was driving both of them crazy.

One of his hands was holding her waist, tightly, keeping her in place. His other hand was on her belly, just above her pubic bone, pinning her down.

Every time he thrusted, his balls were slapping against her and he was rotating his hips a little bit so that he could go even deeper. Her eyes were rolling backwards at the sensations she was experiencing, and she was alternating between whimpering and screaming his name. He spread the hand he had on her belly and moved it a little down, finding her clitoris with his thumb. With that he established a new rhythm. If he wasn't filling her, he was rubbing her clit, and if he wasn't rubbing her clit, he was deep, DEEP, inside her. He commanded "Let it go, Olivia". With that, everything went black and she was overcome with the strongest orgasm she ever experienced. Her back left the table with the shock of her orgasm and she screamed, "AAH FIITZ".

He pulled her into his arms and held her close to his chest, but he never stopped thrusting.

She was in a haze, her mind went numb. Her head was bent down, settled against his neck. Her arms were on his shoulders.

He was palming her ass cheeks, keeping her close to him. He moved one of his hands to her chin and held her face up so he could see her. Oh, the sight of her with her face flushed, eyes almost closed, cheeks blushed, and hair disheveled... Seeing her like that sent a chill down his spine... He couldn't get enough of her. He was burning with a desire to ejaculate but he didn't want it to end.

He kissed her soft, plump lips. His hand moved to her hair and he pulled her head back, just like she did to him a few minutes ago, exposing her beautiful neck to him. His mouth slowly moved from her mouth to her chin, then to her neck, and then to her shoulder. When he was where he wanted to be, his hand traveled to her right breast. After massaging it for a bit, he slightly pulled her nipple. He then moved on to the other nipple.

Having his mouth on her shoulder and his hand on her breasts made her insides shiver again. She was on the verge of her second orgasm.

Her lips were grazing his shoulder as he moved, giving him an amazing sensation. Her second orgasm overtook her and this time instead of screaming, she just buried her teeth on his shoulder. Her walls were contracting around him, giving him the most amazing of feelings. His penis was twitching inside her.

Feeling her tremble with her orgasm along with the pain on his shoulder, he couldn't stop himself from exploding. He pulled her impossibly close to him as he fell over the edge, and screamed her name: "OLIVIA".

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