“I'll teach you everything, guide you through every touch, every thrill... but know this—”
I pull her closer, my voice velvet and steel—
“Everything I do, every toy I choose, every command I give—will be to adore the woman who just screamed my name like it was holy.”

Her words crash into me like a tidal wave.

“Ana...”
I reach for her, cupping her face, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip—the one she bites when she wants me to lose it.

“You undo me! You call me King, but I would kneel for you. You call me your heart, and I swear—Ana—you are mine.”

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Pressing her harder against the wall, grinding into her with aching restraint. “Ana. Every smile, every gasp… every part of you belongs to me!”
Her body shifts against me, needy, fluid.
“I missed you so damn much!”
She clings to me, her legs tightening around me, I know—this is it.
This moment.
Us.

“I missed you more,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers.
“You’re mine, Ana, and I am yours.”
I kiss her deeper this time—slow, intense—pouring everything into it: the longing, the love that never faded.
Our tongues dance... and soon we find our common rhythm as our hips move in sync...

"Anastasia! Baby!
I missed you!"

I grab you up and push you against the wall, as you wrap your legs around my waist...

Baby!