Chapter Thirty-Six

Stephanie

I can feel every inch of Alfie filling me, stretching me deliciously as he buries himself deep inside. It’s a sensation that never fails to take my breath away, a reminder of the intimate connection we share. The ecstasy of being together again surges through me, overpowering any lingering doubts or fears.

His hips press against mine, and our bodies move in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion and desire. Each thrust is like a symphony, building in intensity and driving us both toward the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper.

“I missed you.” My voice is a whisper. I bite back the words that want to spill from my lips: sorry, sorry, sorry. What we have together is too good to have ended over mistakes that are in the past.

Alfie’s hands grip my hips, his touch firm and possessive. I can feel the strength in his fingers, the raw power he possesses. It’s intoxicating, knowing he could overpower me if he wanted to, but chooses instead to cherish and worship me with every stroke.

His lips crush against mine, swallowing my moans and sighs as our kisses grow more urgent. Our breath mingles, hot and needy, as we lose ourselves in the moment, in the pleasure that courses through our veins.

I dig my nails into his back, perhaps hard enough to leave marks under his fur, a reminder of this passionate reunion. He groans against my mouth, the vibrations shooting straight to the core of me. Every inch of my body cries out for release, for the moment of pure bliss this coupling will bring.

Alfie’s thrusts become harder, faster, as he chases his own climax. The friction between us builds, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. My thigh muscles tremble, the telltale sign I’m on the precipice of ecstasy.

I meet every one of his thrusts with my own, my body arching off the bed in search of that perfect angle, that perfect rhythm. My vision blurs, the world narrowing to just the two of us, lost in this sea of pleasure.

And then it hits us both simultaneously, a tidal wave of euphoria crashing over us. I cry out his name, my body convulsing in pleasure as my orgasm washes over me, leaving me breathless and shaking in his arms.

Alfie follows soon after, his body tensing and then releasing as he spills himself inside me, marking me as his once again. We both collapse onto the bed, spent and utterly satisfied, our bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison.

As we lie there, basking in the afterglow, I realize our love is not just physical. It’s a bond transcending time and space, a connection that can weather any storm. And as we hold each other, whispering words of love and devotion, I know that we’re truly meant to be together. Forever.