Inhaling and exhaling were suddenly voluntary tasks.

It almost felt like time had come to a standstill as the two of us stood there gaping at each other– one shocked for uttering the confession, the other shocked by hearing the confession.

As my eyes bore into his gray depths, it was like I was sucked into a vortex of memories.

"My bitch."

"At least I know you have some sort of feelings for me."

"I need you. I'm not fine without you."

"I don't know how to apologize to you for everything."

"I won't hold you back if you wish to reject me and move on."

"Who would fall in love with someone who hurts people for a living?"

"I will always have your back, whether you like it or not."

Every word he had said in the past few months whirled in front of my eyes and circled our bodies, gaining momentum and gathering the breathtaking memories we had formed in such a short amount of time – images of our kisses, our cuddles, and his sweet gestures flashing in my vision.

"Jaslynn, I didn't mean to blurt it out like that, but I–"

I lunged forward, curled my arms behind his neck, and claimed his lips, cutting him off in the middle of his nervous explanation.

The winds of emotion that wove around me as we kissed almost knocked me off my feet. It had the potential to rip me apart and put me back together all at the same time. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating, and took my heart captive as pieces of it joined the storm and embedded themselves into his chest.

We were truly the definition of a whirlwind romance.

My lips may not have formed the words, but they conveyed the message loud and clear with every moment they molded against his.

And he knew it too.

His lips were curved upward as if he was smiling through the kiss, and I couldn't help but giggle softly as our heads tilted to the other side in unison.

Neither one of us were trying to take control or dominate the other. It was slow and sweet, and the taste of him was better than any fine wine. His tongue inched its way into my mouth, and my hands tightened on his collar from the sensations he created with just a kiss.

Then, I pulled my mouth away abruptly, panting heavily as he stared down at me with the same mixture of lust and affection I held in my eyes.

He exhaled deeply and bumped his forehead against mine, "Yeah, I completely forgot what I was going to say."

"I love you."

"What?"

I rolled my eyes in amusement, "I said I love you."

"You love me?"

"For fuck's sake, Alrik. Are you going to question everything I say?"

He blinked innocently, "Just making sure I'm hearing you correctly."

"This is what they call old age."

"Old age, huh?" He muttered, pressing his lips against the corner of my mouth and gently pushing me to walk backward as he moved us in the direction of the bedroom, "I'll show you."

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He meshed his mouth against mine hungrily, and his hands traveled up my sides to work on the buttons of my coat. My teeth latched onto his bottom lip, and he released a fierce growl that sent a series of delightful vibrations down my spine.

My coat fell to the floor, and he hauled me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his torso as my dress billowed around us. I tore my mouth away to catch my breath, and he diverted his attention to my neck, teasing my mark to the point that I had to wrench his head away to glare at him in frustration. My core was clenching hard, aching to finally be filled by his length.

"Don't do that. You tease me enough as it is," I snapped, making him smirk.

"What was that? I can't hear you because of my old age."

"Asshole."

"Mmm," he hummed, nipping my mark, "I can fuck you there too if you'd like."

His words sent an overwhelming amount of warmth down to the junction between my thighs, and he knew it too because a small smirk grew on his face as he slipped his hand under my dress and ran his fingers over the sopping wet silk of my underwear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He murmured, suddenly thrusting upward so his erection would grind against my folds. My head fell back, and his lips were on my neck immediately, licking and nibbling.

"Alrik, please," I whimpered, feeling his lips twitch against my skin.

He finally grunted in agreement and sought out the zipper on my dress before tugging it down quickly, allowing me to slip out of the sleeves with ease. As I tugged my dress down my body, he laid me down on the bed and started loosening his tie.

He narrowed his eyes as his gaze trailed over my scantily-clad body and growled something under his breath that sounded a lot like, "Fuck me."

And suddenly, he was on top of me.

I blinked in surprise as he grabbed my hands and began tying them together, "Alrik, what are you doing?"

"If I recall correctly, you said you enjoyed being tied up."

Karma was coming back to bite me for that statement, but I was not complaining.

However, Alrik started unbuttoning his shirt, his muscles tightening from the movement, and the desire to touch him grew in my fingertips, which I couldn't do because my hands were tied.

He tossed his shirt aside and climbed back on top of me give me a rough kiss. I let out a soft moan and pulled my head away, turning to the side so his lips landed on my cheek, "Alrik, please stop for a second."

He immediately raised his head and furrowed his eyebrows with concern, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all, I just want you to untie me. I wanna be able to hold you."

His face softened, and his hands immediately worked to untie the knot around my wrists as he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, "I love you, kroshka. I will never get tired of saying that."

"I love you too," I whispered against his lips.

He clenched a fistful of my hair and devoured my mouth as his fingers trailed down my chest and over my stomach before grazing the inside of my thighs. I squirmed underneath him and his mouth followed his fingers, creating a burning trail in the aftermath of his kisses.

I let out a quiet shriek of surprise as he ripped both my bra and underwear off and threw them aside. He moved away momentarily and studied my naked form carefully as if he was trying to memorize every birthmark and scar.

His stare fixed on the tiny tattoo on my hip, and he bent down to kiss the ink etched into my skin, "I didn't know you have a tattoo."

"Well, you've never really seen me fully naked before."

His thumb traced the tattoo before his attention turned to my breast. Hissing under his breath, his lips enclosed on the pink tip and sucked gently, his teeth occasionally grazing the bud. I arched my back at the little shots of ecstasy that traveled from my chest to my püssy, creating an even greater ache and wetness that I tried to soothe by rubbing my thighs together.

Alrik noticed my squirming and squeezed my other breast hard, "Be patient or I'll have to bend you over my knee first."

"No complaints there."

He chuckled and ran his tongue along the scar on my breast, "Tell me, kroshka, who owns your püssy?"

"Me," I muttered, stifling a loud moan as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth.

"Wrong answer. You really want to make this difficult for yourself, don't you? Spread your legs."

I wasn't sure how this was considered punishment, but I parted my legs, revealing the wet folds that were begging for his touch.

He bit his lip as his finger circled my clït once and watched me clench tightly in response, "Fuck, you have such a pretty püssy."

I was about to reply, but he pushed my legs up so they were in a V-shape and held them down by the back of my knees as his head dove between my legs. First, he teased the inside of my thighs, then the area around my pulsating core before he finally took the folds into his mouth and sucked them at a steady pace.

My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head, and my back arched as he ate me out with little moans and growls of his own that vibrated against my püssy.

"Oh fuck. Alrik, you're going to make me cum," I hissed, trying to pull away as my clït became too sensitive, but he tightened his grip and continued to lick me voraciously. My hands almost ripped the sheets as my hold on them tightened with the oncoming waves of my orgasm.

Black dots filled my vision, and a scream escaped my lips as the pleasure overtook me, "Alrik! Holy shit!"

He brought me down from my high slowly, kissing along my thighs and giving me soft licks until I stopped quivering in the aftermath.

I gaped at him as he raised his head and licked his lips, "Still my favorite meal of all."

His head went down again but I latched onto his hair and stopped him, "Alrik, please. Just fuck me. I want your cock inside me."

"What my Luna wants, my Luna will get," he said, unbuckling his belt swiftly.

His pants and boxers were gone in less than a second, and I stared at his throbbing length that had a bead of cum dripping out of it already. He noticed the look on my face and stroked his length slowly, "You see what you do to me? I almost came in my pants just by listening to you scream while I ate your sweet püssy."

I was dripping all over again and probably drooling too.

He crawled on top of me and kissed my forehead, "Are you sure about this, kroshka? We don't have to do this now."

"Yes, I want this," I hummed, nuzzling his neck.

He pecked my temple and looked me in the eye, "If you want to mark me, you have to bite my neck right when I'm about to cum."

I nodded, and he gave my mark a last peck before pushing my legs further apart with his knee. He rubbed his length against my folds for a moment before pushing the tip into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his thick girth.

After fifty years of being a celibate, having Alrik inside me was like losing my virginity all over again. He could barely slide inside me, and the lubrication from my cum and his precum was the only reason I was not sobbing in pain.

He clenched his jaw as he pulled out an inch and pushed back in, "Fuck, Jaslynn. You might make me cum right now with how hard you're clenching my cock."

I moaned and dug my nails into the poor sheets again, "Go faster, Alpha."

I had no idea where that came from, but it didn't just surprise me. The dark glint in Alrik's eyes told me he appreciated it.

And his dick throbbed even harder against my walls.

"As you wish, Luna."

He started with slow, deep thrusts that transitioned to a quick hammering that made me breathless from the pace. I didn't even get a chance to breathe between my screams as he let me have every inch of him rammed deep inside of my core.

My hips rose off the bed, "Alrik, I'm going to-"

"Let go," he rasped, "I've got you."

I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed so loud that they could probably hear me back at the main house. I was completely consumed by the energy and electricity that overwhelmed every one of my veins and nearly made me pass out.

Alrik's hand gently wrapped around my throat as he slowed his thrusts and leaned over to kiss my sweaty forehead, "Good girl. I love the look on your face when you cum."

I sighed and let my eyes flutter open, "For a man who hasn't had sex in a century, you haven't missed a beat."

"What do you think I do in the shower? I wouldn't be able to hold out for this long if I didn't allow my imagination to run wild."

The expression on his face as he gazed down at me made me shiver, "Although, watching you cum all over my cock is so much sexier than I could ever imagine."

I sat up and crushed my lips against his, and he responded just as passionately and allowed me to taste myself on his tongue.

"I want you on your stomach," he whispered, fisting my hair.

I flipped around and buried my face in the pillow as he brushed my hair away from my back. He suddenly became very silent, and my head popped up in realization.

My whipping scars.

He had never seen them properly before.

"Alrik," I called quietly, turning my face to glance at him. He was scanning the long lines of mostly-healed pink flesh with a concerned expression in his gray depths.

He lifted his gaze and shook his head slowly before bending over and kissing down the longest scar while his fingers traced another.

"Have I ever told you how much I adore you?" He asked, nuzzling my neck briefly.

I smiled at him, "I have a pretty good idea. No need to–"

"I adore your witty mind."

He kissed one scar.

"I adore your wisdom."

Another kiss.

"I adore your patience."

One more in the middle of my back.

"I adore your courage."

A kiss on the deepest scar.

"I adore your loyalty."

One last kiss on my back.

"I adore everything about you," he said, kissing the back of my head. I rotated onto my back and shoved him to the side so he landed flat on his back.

I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his erection slowly, relishing the feeling of being so full once again. He gaped at me in surprise, and I smirked, leaning forward to rest my palms on his chest, "Now, let me speak."

My core pulsed around his dick as I ground my hips against him roughly, and his hands fell on my hips, setting the pace as he groaned with pleasure.

"I love your determination," I said, kissing his shoulder, "I love how you always want to protect me."

His nails dug into my skin, and I bit his earlobe, flicking it lightly with my tongue, "I love your passion."

"Kroshka," he growled, forcing his hips up to meet mine.

"I love how your ears turn red when you blush," I whispered, nipping his jaw. He grunted in response, and I began riding him faster, feeling my own release creeping up on me.

From the look on his face, I knew he was getting close so I kissed the crook of his neck and sucked on the spot harshly. His cock began twitching with the first signs of his release, and just as he let out a ravenous growl, I met his piercing stare and whispered, "I love you."

Spurts of his hot seed filled my core, and I dug my teeth into the crook of his neck with a moan.

Finally marking him as mine.