Bound by Duty

Chapter 2:her place

As they kissed, Ally felt like she was being transported to a different world. A world where nothing else mattered except for the two of them.

Michael's hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine. Ally felt like she was on fire, like her passion was burning out of control.

Suddenly, Michael pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I want you," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Ally's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. She saw the desire burning there, the need, the want, the longing.

"I want you too," Ally replied, her voice barely audible.

Without saying another word, Michael swept Ally into his arms and carried her to the bed. As they fell onto the soft mattress, Ally felt like she was melting into his touch.

Their lips met again, and Ally felt like she was drowning in Michael's love. She felt like she was being consumed by his passion, like she was becoming one with him.

As they kissed, Ally felt Michael's hands roaming over her body. He was touching her, caressing her, loving her.

And Ally knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – in Michael's arms, surrounded by his love.

As Michael's hands roamed over Ally's body, his fingers brushed against the tattoo on her arm. He couldn't help but think about how much he loved that tattoo, how much it turned him on.

"It's a school of fish," Michael thought to himself, his eyes tracing the intricate design. "Each one is unique, just like Ally. They're all swimming together, but each one is still its own individual."

Michael's fingers traced the outline of the fish, feeling the raised edges of the tattoo. He loved the way the ink seemed to come alive under his touch, the way the fish seemed to swim across Ally's skin.

"It's beautiful," Michael thought, his mind filled with admiration for the artwork. "Just like Ally."

As Michael's thoughts drifted back to the present, he leaned in and kissed Ally's shoulder, his lips brushing against the edge of the tattoo. Ally shivered beneath his touch, and Michael knew that he had her right where he wanted her.

As Michael kissed Ally's shoulder, they both sank deeper into the plush mattress, the softness enveloping them like a warm cloud. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the room, illuminating the delicate features of Ally's face and making her skin look like porcelain.

The sound of soft music drifted through the air, the melody sweet and romantic, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. The scent of fresh flowers wafted through the room, filling the air with a heady aroma that made Ally's heart skip a beat.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt like she was floating on a cloud, like she was in a dream world where nothing else mattered except for the two of them. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little world of passion and love.

Michael's hands roamed over Ally's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips. Ally felt like she was melting into his touch, like she was becoming one with him. She felt like she was home, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As they kissed, Ally felt like she was drowning in Michael's love. She felt like she was being swept away by a tidal wave of passion and emotion, like she was being consumed by the fire that burned between them.

But she didn't want to be saved. She didn't want to be rescued. She wanted to be lost in Michael's love, to be consumed by the passion that burned between them. She wanted to be his, completely and utterly.

And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was home, she was loved, and she was exactly where she belonged.

As Michael held Ally close, he couldn't help but think about how perfectly she fit in his arms. He imagined folding her up like a delicate flower, pressing her petite body against his chest.

"She's so tiny, so fragile," Michael thought, his mind filled with wonder. "But she's also incredibly strong, resilient."

He envisioned wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight as if he'd never let her go. Ally's face nestled in the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin.

"I want to protect her, cherish her, love her forever," Michael thought, his heart swelling with affection.

Ally's thoughts,

As Michael's arms tightened around her, Ally felt a sense of safety, security. She thought:

"He's got me, he'll never let me go." Her heart skipped a beat, her soul calming.

"I'm home," Ally whispered internally, feeling Michael's warmth.

"I love him," she thought, her mind racing. "Every part, every piece, every fragment."

Ally's thoughts dissolved into emotions, her heart overflowing with love.

As Michael held Ally close, he felt her relax in his arms, her body molding to his. He stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands.

Ally's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she let out a contented sigh. Michael smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing against Ally's ear.

Ally's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Michael's. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Michael felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. He felt like he was home, like he had found his place in the world.

And as he looked into Ally's eyes, he knew that he would never let her go. He would hold her close, cherish her, love her for all eternity.

As they lay there, Michael's hands began to wander, tracing the curves of Ally's body. He felt her shiver beneath his touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Ally's eyes locked onto Michael's, her gaze burning with desire. "I want you," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

Michael's heart skipped a beat as he looked into Ally's eyes. He saw the passion burning there, the desire, the love.

"I want you too," Michael replied, his voice low and husky.

As they kissed, Michael felt like he was being consumed by the fire that burned between them. He felt like he was drowning in Ally's love, like he was being swept away by a tidal wave of passion.

But he didn't want to be saved. He didn't want to be rescued. He wanted to be lost in Ally's love, to be consumed by the passion that burned between them.

As they broke apart for a moment, Michael gazed into Ally's eyes. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Ally's eyes locked onto Michael's, her gaze burning with love. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they broke apart for a moment, Michael gazed into Ally's eyes. He saw the love shining there, the passion, the desire. He felt his heart swell with emotion, his soul filling with joy.

"I love you," Michael whispered, his voice barely audible. "I love you more than words can say."

Ally's eyes locked onto Michael's, her gaze burning with love. "I love you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you more with every passing day."

As they spoke, Michael's hands began to wander, tracing the curves of Ally's body. He felt her shiver beneath his touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Ally's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she let out a contented sigh. Michael smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ally's ear. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Inside and out."

Ally's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Michael's. She saw the sincerity shining there, the love, the adoration. She felt her heart swell with emotion, her soul filling with joy.

"I'm not beautiful," Ally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just me."

Michael's eyes locked onto Ally's, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're beautiful to me," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

As they spoke, Michael's hands continued to wander, tracing the curves of Ally's body. He felt her relax beneath his touch, her muscles easing as she let out a contented sigh.

Ally's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she let herself get lost in the moment. She felt Michael's love surrounding her, enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Michael felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. He felt like he was home, like he had found his place in the world.

And as he looked into Ally's eyes, he knew that he would never let her go. He would hold her close, cherish her, love her for all eternity.

As Ally lay in Michael's arms, she couldn't help but think about how they met. She thought about the night she had swiped right on his profile on Tinder.

"I never thought I'd find someone like him," Ally thought, a smile spreading across her face. "I never thought I'd find someone who loved me for who I am."

She remembered their first conversation, how easy it had been to talk to him. She remembered their first date, how nervous she had been, but how quickly she had felt at ease with him.

"It was like we were meant to be," Ally thought, her heart filling with love. "Like we were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly."

As she thought about their journey, Ally felt grateful for that night she had swiped right. She felt grateful for the chance to meet Michael, to fall in love with him.

"I love him," Ally thought, her mind filled with emotion. "I love him more than words can say.

As Ally lay in Michael's arms, she couldn't help but think about how long she had waited to be in this moment. She thought about the 12 long months she had spent waiting for him, waiting for their relationship to blossom.

"It feels like an eternity," Ally thought, her mind filled with memories of the past year. "12 months of waiting, of wondering, of hoping."

She remembered the early days of their relationship, the countless hours they had spent talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. She remembered the moments of uncertainty, the times when she had doubted whether their relationship would ever progress.

"But it was all worth it," Ally thought, a smile spreading across her face. "Every moment, every tear, every doubt. It was all worth it to be in his arms, to feel his love surrounding me."

As she thought about the past year, Ally felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She was grateful for the wait, for the journey that had brought her to this moment.

"I'm exactly where I'm meant to be," Ally thought, her heart filled with love. "In his arms, surrounded by his love. This is my happy place."

As Michael held Ally close, he couldn't help but think about the journey that had brought him to this moment. He thought about his ex-wife, Sarah, and the pain she had caused him.

"She ripped my heart apart," Michael thought, his mind filled with memories of the past. "She destroyed me, left me feeling broken and worthless."

But as he looked into Ally's eyes, Michael felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. He realized that if Sarah hadn't messed up his life, he might have never met Ally.

"Ally walked into my life and changed everything," Michael thought, his heart filled with love. "She brought light into my darkness, hope into my despair."

Michael's thoughts turned to the past, to the struggles he had faced after his divorce. He remembered the sleepless nights, the endless tears, the feelings of failure and inadequacy.

"But Ally saw past all that," Michael thought, a smile spreading across his face. "She saw the real me, the me I had forgotten existed."

As he held Ally close, Michael felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he had found his soulmate, his partner, his best friend.

"Ally is my redemption," Michael thought, his heart filled with love. "She is my second chance, my new beginning."

As Michael held Ally close, he felt a sense of completion, like he had finally found the missing piece of his life.

"I love you," Michael whispered, his lips brushing against Ally's ear.

"I love you too," Ally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they held each other, Michael knew that he would never let Ally go. He would cherish her, love her, and protect her for the rest of his life.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of happiness and love. Michael and Ally spent every spare moment together, exploring the city, trying new restaurants, and just enjoying each other's company.

As the seasons changed, Michael realized that he had never been happier. He had found his soulmate in Ally, and he knew that their love would last a lifetime.

One day, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, Michael turned to Ally and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy."

Ally's eyes filled with tears as she replied, "I want that too."

Michael pulled out a small box and got down on one knee. "Ally, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. Will you marry me?"

Tears of joy streaming down her face, Ally said yes.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Michael and Ally shared a kiss, their hearts filled with love and happiness.

Epilogue:

Michael and Ally's wedding was a beautiful, intimate affair, surrounded by close friends and family. They spent their honeymoon traveling the world, holding hands, and laughing together.

Years later, they sat on their porch, holding hands, and watching the sunset. They knew that their love would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

"I love you," Michael said, his eyes locked on Ally's.

"I love you too," Ally replied, smiling.

And as they sat there, surrounded by the beauty of nature, Michael and Ally knew that their love would last a lifetime.