A/N: Sorry don't know what is up with fan fiction. I am re-attempting to upload as some of you are having some difficulty viewing the chapter.
Thank you all for all the awesome reviews! As promised, the next chapter is all about the city of love! Just a heads up, my next update will be in a few weeks as I will not be on here. This chapter however covers enough to hold you off until then! ;) I sure hope it doesn't disappoint as many of your voiced your eagerness for this one! Thank you once again!
Ana's pov
Paris. The city of love. Never had the thought crossed my mind that I'd be sitting here at a roadside cafe with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower on a warm, sunny August day. It was the ideal setting for two hopelessly in love people to share together. The only issue was that across from me sat my very best friend in the whole world instead of the love of my life. Don't get me wrong, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place attempting to decipher the French menu before me.
I was more than grateful for the opportunity she'd given me, but let's be honest, I'd much rather be experiencing all the city of love had to offer with Christian rather than with her. Kate's coughing instantly derails me from my thoughts.
"Holy shit, I've never been surrounded by so many smokers in my life," she chastises. She has a point. Men and women alike were huffing and puffing away around us. It almost seems like a fashion statement really.
"Garçon!" Kate calls for the waiter. Oh God… Upon noticing Kate's more than obvious wave, bordering on comical, the waiter heads for our table as I look down in embarrassment.
"Welcome to Cafe de Trocadero, my name is François," said the waiter in a heavy French accent. He clearly assumes that we are tourists. Of course, he is correct in his assumption.
"Hi there," Kate begins. "We … are … A-me-ri-can," she articulates every single syllable, motioning between us. Shoot me now. My eyes quickly glance over to Sawyer at a nearby table, his face beet red, clearly struggling to hold back a chuckle. I'm glad he finds this rather amusing. I on the other hand would rather crawl under a rock.
"We'll each have a croissant and café au lait please," I order not allowing Kate to embarrass us any further. It was mid-morning and Kate had little free time remaining before diving into her work assignment. Which meant I had the entire day to sightsee with my new friend Sawyer aka Big Daddy. I'm still not used to the idea of him being the sex machine Kate painted him out to be. But now that I know about his sexcapades as Kate calls them, it will be difficult to look at him with a straight face.
"Ana, I was actually going to order a chocolate croissant."
"You mean pain au chocolat," the waiter corrects her.
"Huh?"
"Pain au chocolat. This is how you say chocolate croissant in French," he explains.
"Ah yes, I see it right here on the menu," Kate affirms. "Pain ow chocolate," she reads each word as if it were written in English while I shake my head and stifle a smirk.
"Kate, now you just sound constipated." At this both Sawyer and the waiter each belt out a laugh and I can't help but giggle myself at her expense.
"Fine, I'll have what she's having," she muses and hands the menu back to the waiter. "Oh Garçon wait," Kate cries out to François before he has a chance to walk away. "Hey Big Daddy, would you like to order anything?" she asks over her shoulder. A stiff shake of the head is his only response. I'm uncertain as to how much longer Sawyer will put up with Kate's carte blanche usage of the pet name technically only reserved for his lady friend.
"He doesn't say much does he?" Kate asks me quietly.
"He's just doing his job and he needs to stay focused."
"Boring," she chants.
"How breathtaking is this place?" We both glance towards the Eiffel Tower.
"I know, it just seems so fake, so unreal."
"Image how much better this trip would be if the boys were here?" My smile transform into a frown in an instant at the thought. Let's be real, Kate is right, to be here with Christian would be like watching a fairytale come to life.
"Do you miss him?" Kate's question brings me back to the present, completely catching me off guard. The truth is, not only did I miss Christian terribly, but I also ached for him in every way possible.
My session with Dr. Flynn had been a real eye opener. He agreed that I needed this time away and went to great lengths to make me understand what it meant to be involved in a BDSM lifestyle. Jack Hyde was no Dominant. He's just a sick twisted excuse of a human being using BDSM as a way to get his dirty kicks. He didn't belong into the lifestyle and any preconceived notion I might've had regarding the lifestyle was just that, a misconception.
Dr. Flynn went into great detail to explain in depth how every arrangement between a Dom and sub is always negotiated, contractual and mutual. This part I understood. It was the part about inflicting pain consensually that was more difficult to grasp. I was grateful knowing that Christian and Jack were not cut from the same ruthless cloth and absolutely nothing alike thanks to the good doctor. But the images in my head of Christian punishing a female, namely brunettes, for disobeying and defying him left a bad taste in my mouth.
The question was why did he need the lifestyle in the first place? And what was it about me that made him realize he didn't need or want it anymore? I do after all look like all of them. So what changed his mind? The minute I landed in Paris I had made the decision to broach the subject with Christian once I returned to Seattle. We needed to sit and have a long talk, to put these demons to rest once and for all. It's time I heard the whole story, if he'll choose to tell me. He owed me at least that much. But at least this time, I'm ready to hear it, ready to place my fears and reservations aside and give the man that I love the chance to enlighten me.
Ironically, it was a year ago yesterday, the dreadful day that changed my life forever, my attack at the hands of Jack Hyde. Once I had glanced at my airline ticket standing at the ticketing counter, it only then occurred to me that I would by flying on the anniversary of my attack. My stomach had dropped, and a sense of unease suddenly swept over me as I was about to board the aircraft en route to France. Sawyer must've read my mind as he was quick to give my shoulder a firm squeeze and with a wink he was silently telling me I had nothing to worry about. It was after all a commercial flight. My mind drifted to the stranger who left me his handkerchief. To this day I still have no clue what he looked like. But he always seemed to cross my mind from time to time. And yesterday, was one of those days.
It was also no surprise that somehow the three of us were all bumped to first class. Only this time, rather than let myself get angry with Christian, I actually smiled at the sweet gesture. Finally, I was beginning to understand that this was his way of showing that he cared, of protecting me, of making sure I was taken care of. For a brief moment I had even considered not boarding the flight and run back to him. But deep down I knew this was the right thing to do. For both of us.
"You do, don't you?" It's only then I realize I'd never answered Kate's question. A slow smile spreads across my face and I was more than relieved that we were interrupted by our waiter, serving us our mid-morning snack.
"Of course I do Kate. I love him." She smiles back and reaches out to touch my hand, the gesture telling me she knew how I felt.
"Have you told Elliott you loved him yet?"
"I did. But you can't compare Elliott to Christian. Elliott is literally an open book and he isn't the shy and reserved type. In a way I happen to love that about him. But don't get me wrong, he can be a real clown sometimes. Half the time I just want to knock him out!"
"I can see that," I say, taking a bite out of the most buttery, sinfully delicious croissant on the planet. Literally.
"Once he read an article in one of my Cosmopolitan magazines about women and oral sex." Oh boy, why do I not like where this is going. Sawyer was already smirking over his shoulder.
"What did the article say?" I ask, curious while Kate takes a sip of her latte.
"That women enjoyed waking up to oral sex." And she stopped to roll her eyes and takes a bite out of her croissant. "Elliott being Elliott wanted to give it a try," she says seriously.
"And?" I ask, impatient for her to get to the punch line.
"He woke me up with his dick in my mouth!" I nearly choke on my croissant and slap my hand on my mouth, attempting to stifle a chuckle. Sawyer was dying at his table to the point he had to excuse himself he was laughing so hard.
"Don't you laugh Big Daddy!" Kate throws back in his direction, and with that I give in and lose myself in hysterical laughter eliciting Kate to join in. It was the most cathartic feeling in the world. So far this trip was just what the doctor had ordered. So to speak.
"Ana, don't forget about the wine tasting this evening at the rooftop of our hotel."
"Yes Kate, I remember. I'll be there at seven sharp," I complete her though. The wine tasting was part of her assignment to partake in. Kate being Kate didn't want to attend the event alone and made sure that I took along my little black dress, the same dress I wore the night Christian took me to Escala for the first time.
"That's it? This is what the hype has been all about? The entire world has been talking about this for all these years? I just don't get it." I say a tad too loud at the Louvre, facing the infamous painting of the Mona Lisa. "It's just so much smaller than what I was expecting. An entire wall for such a small painting?" Meanwhile, Sawyer simply nods in agreement, not quite saying much.
"Kate's right, you really don't say much."
"Ana we are in a very crowded place. If I were to be honest I'm quite frankly a little nervous being surrounded by so many people. It makes my job at keeping you safe all the more difficult."
"Sawyer, there are security checks everywhere. I highly doubt anyone actually knows who I am. What can possibly happen to me at a museum?" I fire back, meeting Sawyers stare. The expression on his face is one of worry and for a moment I feel guilty for dragging him to such a public setting. I can see how being in such an environment can put us both at risk.
"If it makes you feel any better I'm not a fan of crowds either. What do you say we get out of here?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Sawyer sighs in relief.
Pushing our way through the crowds, I'm fascinated by all the paintings along the walls of the endless hallways in the museum that seemed to go on and on. It was only when I looked up and my eye caught the painted ceilings and images that I paused mid-stride. One ceiling painting in particular had caught my attention. It was a painting of two very naked bodies in a very intimate position.
"What do you think of this painting Sawyer?" No answer. I bring my head back to eye level. Sawyer is nowhere to be found.
"Sawyer?" I call out on the verge of panicking, spinning my head around frantically. Shit. Shit. Shit. That damn painting distracted me and Sawyer must've kept on walking without realizing I was no longer behind him. I pull out my phone from my purse. No reception. Fuck!
I begin walking only to end up at a staircase leading to various other hallways that lead to different parts of the museum. In a nanosecond I've come to the frightening conclusion that I'm lost in a gigantic museum, no CPO, no protection, completely alone and for the first time since that night I feel genuinely frightened. The air leaves my lungs, the color drains from my face and my heart beat is out of control.
"Stay calm Ana. Stay calm," I repeat to myself until my breathing evens out, closing my eyes. Quiet, complete quiet. And then I hear him.
"You know what happens when you lie to a Dom, Anastasia? You get punished."
My eyes instantly shoot open and every face around me is his. He's everywhere. Every turn I take, he's there. Jack Hyde's face is on every painting, every sculpture, his eyes, his voice, all of it surrounding me, suffocating me and all I want to do is scream and hide. My eyes clench shut and my hands cover my ears, desperately willing the monsters to vanish. A tight grasp on my arm makes me cry out until I realize it's Sawyer.
"Ana, it's me."
"Oh Sawyer, thank God," I throw my arms around him and begin sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's ok Ana. It's ok, I've got you. You're safe," he says as I cling onto him for dear life, still visibly shaken. What I would do to be in Christian's arms right now. More than ever at this time I regret being so far away from him. I'm finally understanding how much he's put on the line for me to keep me safe and protected.
Now more than ever I feel stupid for ever thinking Christian was anything like Jack Hyde. He's been nothing but wonderful to me and never once gave me any reason to doubt his trust. I was certain that Christian would never hurt me and it took a moment like this, of sheer panic to make me finally realize that. To make me acknowledge all the sacrifices he's made for me. And here I was running away from him. How could I be such an idiot?
Sawyer took me back to my hotel and I spent the rest of the afternoon between four walls, having lost all desire to sightsee any further. Watching the minutes pass by so slowly, I had a few more hours to kill before the wine tasting. Turning on the shower, the steam filled the room as I step in. The hot water, bordering on scolding, cascading down my body, melting away the weight off my shoulders. The much needed relief I so desired as anxiety was leaving my system.
"I honestly can't tell the difference. They all taste the same to me," I say, tasting a variety of wines offered.
"That's because you aren't quite the wine connoisseur Ana. I happen to like the bordeaux we had earlier."
The sun was setting and the view of the Eiffel Tower was spectacular from the rooftop of the Saint-Raphael hotel. Kate and I were feasting on elegant hors d'oeuvres and as time was slowly passing by, the louder and more intoxicated everyone in attendance appeared. At the centre of the rooftop, a pianist serenaded all the guests to various classical tunes. One well dressed, slightly intoxicated gentleman, well in his fifties, managed to get the pianist to allow him to take over the grand.
He brought down the house with La vie en Rose. Everything about this evening was just perfect, the view, the sunset, the music. It was the perfect, utmost romantic setting. Until the man playing the piano began singing, his voice completely off key. A few other fellow French men and women join in. None of them able to carry out a tune.
Both Kate and I look at each other, wine glasses in hand, and then back at this small group of people, embarrassing themselves without a care in the world. It was quite frankly, refreshing and amusing. By now even the notes on the piano were sounding off key, but it didn't matter. It was a perfectly imperfect moment, one that I will keep with me forever and always remember from now on.
"You gotta love Paris."
The vibration of Kate's phone interrupts this moment in time and Kate's glowing smile pulls my attention away from the music.
"Ana, it's Elliott. You don't mind if I take this call do you?"
"No, go right ahead." I watch Kate answer enthusiastically and practically prance away from me. Briefly, a hint of disappointment washes over me when it dawns on me that Christian has yet to reach out to me. Not a phone call, email, nothing.
I turn on my heel and walk towards the edge of the rooftop and just stare at the Eiffel Tower while still sipping on my wine. By now I notice that the music has stopped and all I can do is imagine what it would be like if Christian were here with me. A slight breeze sends a shiver down my body and I freeze when I sense an all too familiar charge.
"No. It can't be," I tell myself in a whisper.
A new melody now plays on the piano, an all too familiar sound. Where have I heard that piece before? It is definitely not out of tune. I look over my shoulder only to notice a crowd gathered around the piano and whoever it was that was playing. From where I was standing I couldn't get a clear picture, I could only hear the melody. The song is strikingly familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.
Curiosity has me approaching the group of people and before I move any further, I freeze mid-stride once I recognize the song. Pushing through, I follow the music that speaks to me on an emotional level and before I even see him, tears fill my eyes. Christian, looking impossibly gorgeous in his dark tailored suit, playing the very same song he played right before we shared our first kiss.
He looks up and meets my gaze, his fingers never leaving the keys as I stand there, motionless and frozen in time, taking in the sight before me. For a brief moment we are the only two people in existence, until the loud claps of all surrounding us fill the air at then end of his musical piece. Air. I suddenly need air. I'm so overwhelmed with emotion that the only thing I do is turn around and push my way out of the crowd and rush toward the ledge to catch my breath.
I must be dreaming. That's what this is. This isn't real. It can't be. I've imagined it all, I'm convinced.
"Ana," his deep soothing voice is instantly behind me. "Baby, look at me." Reluctant, I slowly spin around, his penetrating gray eyes locking with mine.
"You're here." He nods, the corners of his mouth curling up into a slow grin.
"How? When?" I can't seem to collect my thoughts and can't think of anything clever to say.
"I played that song for you right before our first kiss," he begins, his voice smooth as silk. My heart rate suddenly speeds at his words.
Christian's pov
This is it. Don't fuck it up Christian! You've travelled all this way to be with this woman. The woman you love. The woman who stole your heart. Time to tell this amazing woman how I truly feel. Fuck, she looks breathtaking in that little black dress.
"You wore that very dress you're wearing right now." She remains quiet, looking as though she's holding her breath. "I wrote that song a year ago to this day. For a girl with dark hair that was crying all by herself." And then… her face falls, her smile disappears.
"You came all the way here to tell me you wrote that song for another woman?" Fuck! No dammit!
"That's not what I meant Ana." She rolls her eyes and takes a step back.
"You have some nerve coming all the way here only to tell me that you played a song for me that you wrote for someone else." Her face was growing impossibly more furious, making me completely lose my focus and train of thought. This is not at all how this was supposed to play out.
She walks past me, clearly fighting back tears and makes a run for it. I run after her except I don't make it to the elevator on time and the sliding doors close between us. This isn't fucking happening! Pushing open the emergency exit, I decide to take the stairs and practically sprint down to her floor.
A million thoughts are running through my head. Breathless, I get to her floor and chase her when I notice her about to enter her room. I reach the door in time and hold out my hand, stopping the door from closing on my face and then storm into her room.
"Ana, what the fuck?"
She spins around to face me, her face a complete mess. Her teary-eyed gaze instantly makes my stomach drop and my chest ache.
"I needed you today, like I've never needed you before," she hiccups between sobs. I know what she's talking about. Sawyer enlightened me on what happened at the Louvre today. I could have his job for being so careless, but that didn't matter now and it would've been idiotic on my part to react that way.
"And then you show up playing that song, as if a prayer had been answered," she continues as I slowly move closer toward her. She pulls out a hand, motioning for me not to come closer as she breaks down and begins to sob. This time I pull her into my arms and she lets me hold her.
"Why Christian, why?" She muffles, her mouth against my neck as I tighten my hold around her. If I can only make all this pain and burden go away I would in a heartbeat. But I know it isn't that easy.
Pulling slightly away, I reach for the inside of my suit pocket and pull out the handkerchief I'd left her at the hospital and offer it to her. She takes it without realizing at first what it is and wipes away her tears with it. She pauses when she catches sight of my initials and jolts her head up in a flash in surprise.
"Where did you get this?" I swallow hard before I begin.
"You never let me finish what I was going to tell you on the rooftop."
"I'm confused Christian," she mutters, shaking her head looking down at the thin piece of fabric. "What does this have anything to do with that song you wrote?"
"A year ago," I begin, drawing a sharp breath. "I was at the hospital. A petite brunette caught my attention. She was sobbing, facing the window. I never saw her face but I something drew me to her." Ana's eyes begin to widen as I continue to speak.
"I just wanted to comfort her. So I left her my handkerchief." Fresh stream of tears roll down her face as her expression remains frozen, her bottom lip quivering.
"That night I couldn't sleep. She was all I could think about. So I wrote her a song on my piano. I named it Angel Tears. Except then, I had no idea that you were actually the one I had written that song for," her breathing picks up as she struggles to catch her breath. "It was you Ana. It's always been you."
Both her hands cover her mouth, disbelief written all over her face.
"You're him?" I nod, wiping her tears away with my thumb.
"This is unbelievable. I went after you." This catches me off guard.
"You did?" She nods in response.
"I wanted to thank you in person, so I followed you to the elevator, but I never got the chance to see your face." She reaches for my face and places her palm on my cheek while I lean into her touch.
"How can this be?" I just smile back at her.
"Come here." I pull her close to me and just feel her pressed against my chest and we stay like this for the longest time. Outside of this room is the most beautiful city in the world, but all the beauty in the world is meaningless if I don't have the woman of my dreams in my arms by my side.
In a slow shift, I lift her up bridal style and take her to the bathroom to draw her a bath. I slowly begin to undress her until she stands bare before me while I'm still fully clothed. Guiding her into the bathtub, I sit at the edge and give her a sponge bath, mimicking quite similarly the aftercare I would offer to my submissives after a long session in my playroom. The only difference this time is that it's acted out of intimacy and love rather than out of duty. I never offered intimacy to any one of my subs, not once. The minute they asked for it, the contract would be terminated on the spot.
Watching her, lost in thought as I lather the shampoo into her hair, both of us in complete silence. Every movement between us, natural and connected. We communicate with no words, but rather with our souls. I rinse her off, paying special attention to every inch of her skin, running my hand gently on each curve and indentation. Afterwards, I towel dry her and carry her back to the en suite and lay her over the bed.
With careful precision, I comb her damp long locks and then blow dry her hair. Tucking her in, I place a lone kiss on her forehead and sit back on the blush colored antique chair facing the bed. I watch her falling into a tranquil slumber and continue to do so for the rest of the night, not once taking my eyes off of her. I could watch her sleep all night. By early dawn however, sleep won the battle of the wills and I could no longer fight the weight of my heavy eye lids.
Gentle caresses awaken me the following morning. Opening my eyes only to be met by the clearest hue of blue I've ever seen. Those magnetic blue orbs suck me right in.
"Are you really here?" She whispers in my ear, seated on my lap.
"It would appear so." I smile back, running my fingers through her hair.
"I was afraid when I had woken up that last night was nothing but a dream. But I know it's not cause your sitting in this uncomfortable chair," she giggles, the sound warming my heart instantly.
"Uncomfortable indeed. I may need a massage, I think I might've given myself a Torticollis."
"Where's Kate? She never came back to the room."
"With Elliott," she draws her brows together in silent question. "Yes, he's here and they have their own room as of last night. So, baby if it's ok with you, you're all mine as of now." Her face tightens and for a moment I'm not sure which way this conversation will go. I did after all hijack her trip to Paris with her best friend. But let's face it, I know she'd much rather spend her time here with me, getting fucked until the sun don't shine, than with her annoying friend.
"It's not like you leave me much choice in the matter," she says calmly. The calm demeanour of her voice instantly settling my nerves.
"That's great to hear, because I've already made plans for the two of us while we're here." Her brows shoot up in surprise. She has no idea what I have in store. There is no fucking way I was going to let my girl come to Paris without me having any part in it.
"Oh. Do I even have a say?" I shake my head no.
"Ah ah. It's a surprise. So get your stuff ready, we're going a road trip."
The engine of the sleek black Mercedes Benz roars to life as I slide behind the wheel, ready to set off into the sunset with the love of my life. Not mentioning yet anything to Ana about my feelings for her, I carefully devise a plan to wait until I get her to the chosen destination. I waited all this time, I wasn't going to rush a magical moment. Ana deserved just that. A fairytale suitable for a princess.
Sitting back, she watches me drive, biting her lip.
"I love your confident handling of such a powerful car," she whispers, darting out her tongue to wet her lips. My grip tightens on the wheel at her words while she places her hand on my arm.
"You are so inherently sexy behind that wheel. The way your chiseled arm flexes with each move." That talking was seriously clouding all coherent thought and breaking my much needed concentration. I looked at the rearview mirror ensuring that Taylor and Sawyer remained directly behind us. These roads weren't the safest and I had to pay extra attention.
"So? You still aren't going to tell me where you're taking me?"
"If I did Ana, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" She throws her head back in frustration, eliciting a chuckle out of me. Oh I wasn't going to make this easy on her, that much I promised myself.
"Ok fine. I'm taking you to Provence. I own a villa there," she gasps in excitement. "Oh, and a vineyard." Until I relented.
About two hours into the drive a black cloud passes over us and a sudden torrential downpour forces me to pull over to the side of the road. Taylor and Sawyer pull over quite a distance behind.
"So."
"So." The silence stretches between us as we both look at each other and then each look the other way. She looks nervous and I couldn't understand why.
"Why were you at the hospital last year Christian?" I close my eyes, not anticipating the question. Although I knew this one was coming, sooner or later.
"You promise to keep an open mind?" For a second the expression on her face is unreadable until her features soften and she motions for me to continue.
"Do you remember the girl from the coffee shop?" She nods, looking over my shoulder.
"She was my submissive." I swallow past the knot in my throat. "She tried to take her own life and ended up in the hospital room right next to yours." She remains quiet. The minutes tick, and she still says nothing.
"Ana? Say something."
"Your submissives. They all look like me." Oh fuck me. "So is that why you initially pursued me? Did you want me to be your submissive?" Fuck, there's no way out of this one.
"Christian, answer me. Is that what you wanted at first. My submission? It's a simple yes or no question."
"Yes, Ana. I did." Without thinking twice she storms out of the car and out into the pouring rain, I quickly go after her.
"Ana, where do you think you're going?" I shout in the rain, the cold drops drenching us both.
"Do you miss it?"
"What?" I ask, confused.
"The lifestyle. Do you miss it? Because it's something I can't give you," she shouts in the rain.
"Ana, that's why I'm here. I choose to be with you. I don't need it anymore."
"I just don't understand. I look like all of them! Explain to me how I'm different from any of them! What do I possibly have that they didn't. Please make me understand." She cries, her chest heaving, sobbing in the rain, soaked to the bone.
"Damn it I'm in love with you!" I shout out before I could stop myself. She then leaps towards me and jumps straight into my arms, hooking her legs around my waist and slams her mouth against mine.
Our kisses, rough with want. All rational thought, quickly abandoning me as I slide my hand in her wet hair and grip it tightly, jerking her head back so I can deepen the kiss. In a fury, I rush back to the car and get us into the backseat. Frantic hands tugging at our soaked clothes, I lay her flat and push myself on top of her, grinding my throbbing, hard length against her stomach.
Our moans and sounds mingle with each other as she pushes me up and takes control, straddling me, my back against the backseat. The buttons of her shirt go flying as I tug at the slick fabric, tearing it apart to expose her swollen breasts. It had been way too long and I was growing impossibly impatient. I needed to be inside her, and fast. I'd never seen Ana this wild with desire before, it set something off in me.
I bite into her lip and moan in her mouth, pressing my forehead against hers. The anticipation of what was to come was driving me insanely mad. I was utterly lost in the moment as my hands desperately run along her body, eager to feel ever part of her at once. With a tight fist, I pull her panties and rip them off, making her shiver and moan at the sensation. The heat of our kiss and sounds of our breathing grow more intense as she undoes my belt and pants, pulling them as far down as she can.
"Fuck!" I growl as she slides down over me, the sensation of her tight walls surrounding me, making the ache and desire for her intensify. Steam fills the windows and the rain keeps pouring on the outside. She begins to ride me, the intense feeling of each movement fueling my lust.
Moaning, my face pressed between her breasts, my lips licking across the lace bra, my rough fingertips gripping her at the waist as she rocks wildly against me. We both scream as we come, her nails digging into my shoulders as I suck on her neck, tasting the saltiness of the rain. A few profane words leave my mouth as we each find our way back from orbit.
"You're all I need Ana. That's what makes you different," I whisper, my voice strained.
"You made me see that I don't need the lifestyle, you brought me to the light. And I'm telling you right now, I'm not fucking letting you go. No matter how much of a fight you put up. I will make it my life's mission to prove to you that it's only ever been you. You're my love, my lifeline, the love of my life. I knew it all along. I love you more than words could ever describe. You're it for me. You're my soulmate."