Let it kill me. Let her kill me. And soon, too soon, she's crying out. No words, because our bodies are still doing all the talking, just sounds. The sexiest fucking sounds that a woman's ever made are spilling from her kiss swollen lips while she shatters underneath me. And that's all it takes. I erupt inside her. She's mine. For this moment in time, she's mine. Images start racing, uninvited, across my mind. Watching her walk down the aisle toward me in a long, white lace gown. Growing old with her. And just as quickly, the picture perfect life evaporates into nothingness when I hear her
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