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was it? Damnit, she couldn't give up! Not yet, not now, not before I had a chance to right my wrongs and be the man she needed, not the beast I'd been forced to become.
    "Damnit, J. You have me. You fucking have me.”
    I wanted to get on my knees and thank the universe, thank Gramps, thank whatever force was out there keeping this woman, this beacon of light, from giving up on me. I wasn't able to get to my knees, though, as Elle had other plans. Much better plans. God bless this woman and her ability to take charge, because that's exactly what she did.
    We went from desperate and falling apart to frantic, lust filled pleas and ripping clothes off. She begged me not to die, and I promised to always come back to her. It didn't matter that I had no way of knowing if I would live. I knew that I had to live, because there was no way I was going to miss my shot at spending the next fifty or so years with this woman.
    We moved to the arm of the couch, and it wasn't lost on me that we were at Chris' house . I was unsure where Chris was, and what exactly transpired the previous night at Aquario. In those moments, though, it didn't matter, and as usual, Elle allowed me to take charge and finish what she started. I pounded into her like a desperate man, like one who was afraid he'd never see the woman he loved again. I could feel her starting to lose it, her pussy pulsing around my cock as I drove it deeper into her. She leaned back, and I took the opportunity to push her to the couch, holding my body weight off of her as I thrust into her, a new angle providing a new sensation.
    It was what she needed as her back barely touched the couch and she was detonating around me, her sweet , sweet juices gushing around my cock, making it slide in and out so much smoother. That alone had me racing towards the finish line, my body in full control, but it was her words that pushed me over the edge and had me exploding into her.
    “I love you, J. I’ll wait for you. I’ll always wait for you. My heart belongs to you, and no one else.”
    Fuck, her words broke me, shattered me, but in the most beautiful way. Those were the words I'd been begging her for. Knowing she'd be here when I got back, when not if , made me convinced there was no other option but success, to defeat Burns, to take back Ratchet's MM, and to spent the rest of my days buried deep inside the arms, mind, and pussy of this woman.
    Elle was in a full on sex haze, and I found myself supremely sated, so I began to pull out, thinking Chris could walk in any minute from wherever the hell she was.
    "Not yet." Elle whispered it like she couldn't catch her breath.
    Now, I'm a man, and a woman begging me to not pull out, and doing it breathlessly, was like giving me the gold medal of fucking. Yes, I loved her. Yes, we'd made a version of love—an intense, heated, gritty version of love, but the medal wouldn't say King of Making Love . Of course not. It'd say This Man is the Master of Fucking Women Senseless . With her head held in my hands, I smiled and kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and every inch of her face I could reach. I loved every inch of her with every inch of me. I didn't want to let her go, I wanted to suspend time. I wanted to go to another realm where only Elle and I existed and we could lay wrapped in one another, laughing and smiling for eternity. I would have settled for ten more minutes though.
    "Shit. Ah—fuck." Chris. Of course Chris had to show up while my ass was in the air and my cock still in Elle. Of course.Wwhat kind of world would it be if Chris didn't interrupt the most sublime moment I might have ever experienced? A fair world, it would have been a fair fucking world, but the world, like life, isn't fair.
    Elle got rid of Chris, who retreated to her bedroom, then dropped the ultimate mood killer on me. "Fuck, you gotta go."
    Shit. My heart broke. The love we'd made had pieced it back together, only to have her dismiss me and shatter it all over