He grips my hips and drives into me so hard my body propels up the altar, leaving my back a hot mess. But I don’t care. This is what love entails—it’s messy, and it’s about surrendering to the one you choose.
And I choose Dutch.
Whatever is ahead, I need him to know that I want him, regardless of the sins we committed.
The familiar burn swells in my belly and I close my eyes, the intensity of my o****m robbing me of air. He keeps working me over until I cry out, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks. I get lost in his smell, his labored breaths, and this feeling of being united with the one you love.
And I want him to know it.
“I lo—”
He doesn’t let me finish, however.
He slams his mouth over mine, swallowing my unspoken words before I feel him pull out and spill his seed over my
