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For the rest of our lives, I want to be the only one who witnesses her breaking and support her through the storm. I want to be the one who soothes her ache when she needs soothing. The one who wipes her tears when they need wiping. The one who lifts her up when she needs lifting. I want to be there for her, full stop. She’s mine. Fucking mine. It’s not only her body or her heart that I’m interested in, I want her entire soul so she’ll never be able to leave me.
Elsa and I didn’t meet under the right circumstances. We just met, and then we re-met, and then we became inseparable. Maybe there’ll come a day where I don’t need her as much as I need air. There will come a day when I wake up in the morning and the first thought won’t be about her. Though, I doubt it. That day will only come with death.
“I’m going to fuck you with my name branded on you, then you’ll ride me wearing it. Then I’ll take it off, tie your hands with it and fuck your little arse.” A red hue covers her cheeks. I revel in her reaction to my words as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “All the way to Sunday?” “All the way to fucking Sunday, sweetheart.”
In moments like these, when Elsa and I are one, the entire world vanishes. The need to possess her beats under my skin and claws in my bones. It’s more than an obsession or even an addiction. It’s light in the darkness burning me from the inside out. The more she holds on to me like I’m her anchor, the harder I fall into her warmth. Being with Elsa is exactly like it was ten years ago. She always brought peace to my chaotic head. The only difference is that I became more perverse about her company.
Elsa reaches under the bed and brings out a bucket of chocolates. She kneels by my side, cradling the thing as her face turns bright red. A bucket of chocolate? What the fuck? Wait. The name of the brand stares back at me. Maltesers. “When I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a bucket of Maltesers.” “Why?” “Because Dad says you have to buy gifts for the one you marry.” “Marry?” I whisper. “Yup!” She grins. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”
“I’m keeping my promise, too,” she murmurs. “You’re not the one proposing, I am.” I groan, pulling her and the stupid bucket into me. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Elsa. You’ll be my wife. My family. My fucking home.” She nods several times, tears shining in her eyes. “You’ll be my home, too, Aiden. Always.” Always. I crash my mouth to hers. Elsa is mine. Fucking mine. Just like I’m hers. Always. Next up, I’m going to put a fucking baby in her.
