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I know we haven't been an example for anyone. But who the hell is so perfect to be an example? Now, after everything, no matter the time, the distance, and the mistakes we both made, we're here; together, building the foundation of the couple we want to be.

Being as honest as we've never been and supporting each other like we've never done before.

"Gérard."

"Tell me, my love."

"I love you," I dare to say to him after a long time. "Yes, I want to marry you, love."

I've said it to myself all along, but for a long time, I was afraid to confess my love to him again.

We were in such a bad place that those two words terrified me, but now I want to shout to the world how much I love him, because this surpasses earthly and universal limits.

I hear a beautiful laugh escape from him, and looking at each other, he replies:

"I love you too, Juliette. Like a damn crazy madman," he says the last part, making me laugh.

Gérard leans in to kiss my lips, and I reciprocate the kiss, which starts off gentle and reassuring, but then transforms into something more intense as I grant him access to my mouth, allowing him to take control of my tongue.

I sit up on his lap, now face to face, and I wrap my arms around his neck, not stopping our fierce and intense kisses. I enjoy it when his large hands grip my buttocks and squeeze them as usual, making him feel like he owns my body.

And I do surrender to Gérard, body and soul, I'm his forever.

He removes the sleep robe I had on, leaving me completely naked on top of him, as I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

His hands travel upward from my buttocks to my breasts, and that's when he takes hold of them with his mouth, licking, sucking, and biting my nipples, leaving a trail of saliva in his arousing act that sets my clitoris throbbing.

"I desire you so much, just like from the first time we were together," he confesses with a husky voice, leaving me paralyzed.

I smile slowly, remembering that encounter and how messed up we were regarding our hearts, but we were the perfect complements to feel attracted to each other and end up in that hotel room.

That was the beginning of our story, one that has been tumultuous and quite complicated, but we've managed to overcome it all, and that's what truly matters.

I sit up on his lap, now face to face, and I wrap my arms around his neck, not stopping our fierce and intense kisses.

I enjoy it when his large hands grip my buttocks and squeeze them as usual, making him feel like he owns my body.

And I do surrender to Gérard, body and soul, I'm his forever.

"You have no idea how much I desire you," I tell him before attacking his mouth, brushing my tongue against his.

"Show me," he asks, giving me a lustful look that completely melts me, and I'm not just referring to it in a sentimental way.

I'm practically drowning, my intimate parts are covered in a thick wetness that's almost spilling onto my thighs, and I feel no shame at all when two of his fingers enter my cavity, eliciting a couple of sighs from my mouth that he silences with a passionate kiss.

I'm delirious, his imposing body beneath mine is captivating and my body trembles as he takes me by the hips and positions the tip of his member at my entrance. I let out a gasp as he begins to make his way inside, and I close my eyes.

"I want to make you mine all night," he says with a restrained, husky voice.

"Do it," I urgently request, feeling the gentle thrusts making their way between my legs.

My intimacy throbs under his stimulation, and more wetness coats his member, lubricating and facilitating its delicious sliding up and down.

"You're so beautiful," Gérard says amidst grunts as the thrusts intensify and our bodies begin to synchronize in this dance of pleasure.

"And you... you're very handsome and sexy," I manage to say between moans, my voice trailing off because the pleasure overwhelming me doesn't even allow me to think.

As his large hands touch my bare skin, I start leaving a trail of wet kisses from his chiseled jaw to his neck. I gather the courage to do something he always does to me, and I start leaving small reddish marks that stand out against his fair skin.

I ride up and down on him with greater speed and intensity, leaving him astonished and ecstatic, prompting him to take hold of my hips and thrust forcefully, moving in and out with strong strokes that drive me wild.

"Don't stop," I plead between panting and moaning, feeling like I'm about to lose my mind.

My body feels the fervor of an imminent orgasm, thousands of nerve endings activate, leading to a combination of fluids, thrusts, electric shocks and ragged breaths.

"Damn," I let out, simultaneously a loud growl comes from his side, and my head starts spinning.

Gérard stops at that moment and kisses me again with intensity, but without moving inside me. He's probably letting me recover.

"I love you," he says before kissing me sweetly, then he lifts me in his arms and places me on the bed.

I feel truly small when he's on top of me, but I relish every rough and passionate thrust. Gérard's mouth opens, and he starts moaning, causing the hair on my body to stand on end.

Hearing him derive pleasure from my actions is captivating; I move my hips in rhythm, intensifying the pleasure, and sooner than later, I see him breaking apart in ecstasy, increasing speed in a frenzied, uncoordinated manner, and then feeling his warm seed completely fill me.

I feel exhausted and heated, my face is likely flushed, and so are my lips, burning from the lustful and wild kisses Gérard gave me.

"You're perfect," he kisses my forehead before collapsing beside me, his breath as ragged as mine.