92. Anything

Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, he looked into her deep blue eyes.

She seemed angelic in his eyes as always, and for a brief moment he realized how there couldn’t possibly be anything she could do that would end his love for her. Every sin she committed was already forgiven. Simply, he did not possess the power to ever get over her. She mattered the most to him, and after knowing how it felt to completely lose, his attachment to her only grew stronger.

“Jamie?” She asked, a small knot forming at the bridge of her nose.

Realizing that he had stopped moving, he slowly thrust back into her, earning a groan from her. There was nothing more he enjoyed than being inside her, claiming her back to being his. He loved watching her moan, completely lost in the sexual bliss only he could give her. It was that very moment that she would completely surrender herself to him, letting go of every vulnerability and guard. It was only when they were making love that he felt the closest to