I breathe in like it's the first time I've ever felt air in my lungs.

When I come up for air, it's Chloe that I'm breathing. The scent of her cunt that’s dripping wet and flushed dark and red as the roses that she lays on. I can see her mouth open, moaning and screaming, but I can't hear a damn thing. It's like my head is under water and the world has slowed, almost to a stop. Time passes like it's being measured out through a sieve.

In slow motion, the bed rotates. But it's not the bed that feels like it's spinning. It's the room around us. Here, on these ivory silk sheets, it feels like the universe has fixed itself to one point.

Chloe lays back on the bed, her body convulsing in orgasm. It's as if I can see every twitch of her muscles as they spasm involuntarily. All the little details that I usually miss, suddenly I can take in as completely as I want.

Her fingers, clutching at the sheets. Balling them up in her fists, pulling them towards her. Like she needs something to hold on to, or else she might float away.

Her hair, spread out beneath her like she's been dropped into a Botticelli painting. She's crowned by crushed roses and framed by their petals, staining the sheets. Her face is twisted in agonizing pleasure. Her chest heaves and falls, her breasts bouncing like rough waves on the ocean.

If I could make time stand still in that moment, I damn well would.

But just as quickly as it came, the moment breaks. Chloe opens her eyes and her body stills. Now, I watch the rise and fall of her chest in real time. I swear, either I'm hallucinating or I can see her heart pounding against her rib cage beneath her hard, rosy nipples and perfect tits.

I'm in love with this woman. There's no fucking denying it anymore. She's got my heart squeezed tightly between her beautiful little fingers in the same way she holds the sheets.

When our eyes meet, she smiles, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Fuck the website. Fuck the money. Everything else is secondary in this instant.

As long as I have Chloe, I don't need anything else.

I run my hand down her body, from her neck to her navel. It almost feels wrong to touch her at first.

She's so fucking beautiful like this, bathing in the glow of post-orgasm, that she seems like something that ought to be on display in a museum. Something that you're not allowed to touch, for fear it might fall apart beneath your rough fingers.

But when I touch her, she rises to meet me, and then touching her feels like the only think I know for sure that I ever want to do again.

My every desire, every want and need and goal for the future, reshapes itself around the way her skin feels beneath my fingers. The way the slender mound of her cunt rises to meet the palm of my hand. When I move to cup her pussy with my fingers, I realize how perfectly my hand fits between her thighs.

Like she was made for me, and me alone.

My cock throbs as I touch her, reminding me it was made for something too. Fucking Chloe. Pleasuring her. Being inside my woman, as deep as her body will allow.

The next time Chloe comes for me, it's going to be while she's wrapped around my cock.

"Come here," she beckons.

Now I know where the myths about sirens come from. If someone who looked as beautiful as Chloe looks right now, with a voice that sweet and words that tempting, were to call my ship to her out on the ocean, I would crash it against the rocks in an instant.

I move my hips between her legs and let my body rest on hers. There's something enchantingly perfect about the way her tits feel, pressed up against my chest like this. The way her nipples stand hard against my skin. My cock throbs again as it settles between the lips of Chloe's pussy. I can feel her coating my dick with hot, slick honey as she rubs herself against it.

My woman.

My Chloe.

Mine.

"I want you," she breathes.

Her chest rises and falls beneath mine, matching my own breath. A second ago, she was hyperventilating. Now, she's measuring her own breaths out to fall in time with my own.

"I want you too," I admit.

Even as I say the words, something dark and demanding rises up in my chest, commanding that I take her. Fuck her until she's cross-eyed. Use her cunt until she's fucking sore from me. Bite her neck. Make her moan. Make her scream.

But there's something else inside me too now. Something that wants to hold her close and never hurt her. Never let anything cause her pain or sadness. I pity anything that dares to try. I want to protect her like a newborn kitten that I'm keeping warm in my shirt pocket.

I want to worship her like a goddess.

I want to make her bow down to me. Like a vengeful god.

I'm not sure that there's any way to bring all of that together. I'm not sure that I can satisfy the lust I have for this beautiful fucking woman in just one night. Maybe not even in a lifetime.

But by God, I can try.

"Roll over," I growl.

Chloe bites her lip. With only a moment's hesitation, she obeys.

The darkness in my chest purrs to life as she crawls on all fours beneath me and my cock levels at her cunt again. But it's not Chloe's pussy the darkness in my chest wants.

Coated and dripping with Chloe's cum, I take my massive fucking cock in my fist and press it against the tight pucker of her ass instead.

"Oh," Chloe breathes in surprise.

I smooth my free hand over the gorgeous curve of one ass cheek, then up and down her spine. I stroke my woman like she's my pet. My plaything.

At first, she shivers at my touch. But quickly, Chloe gives in to pleasure. She always does in the end. I can feel her muscles relaxing against the palm of my hand. Falling into complacency. Learning how to adore my touch.

And as Chloe relaxes, her body responds more and more to what I give her. A little slap against her ass has her pushing it upward, grinding her tight little hole against my stiff tip. She's starting to want it. I can smell it, a fresh wave of wetness mixing in with the perfume of the roses as the room spins slowly around us.

"Open your mouth," I command, and Chloe's gorgeous lips pop open obediently.

Between them, I place a single, long-stemmed rose. I'm careful to position the thorns away from her lips. The idea of hurting her fucking kills me.

Then her ass thrusts against my cock again as she holds the rose between her teeth, and hurting her is all I want to do.

I thrust my cock into her, unhinged and uncaring. The power I have over Chloe, her gorgeous fucking body and the tightness of her ass, surges through me like a bolt of lightning. I feel it crackling at my fingertips and tugging at my hair follicles. Then, my cock throbs and it pulsates as Chloe's ass swallows my cock right up.

Her ass is even hotter than her cunt is. I didn't believe it was fucking possible but it's true. She's insanely tight and every thrust makes her whimper.

At first, I think it's with pain. But every time I stop, Chloe rocks against me, demanding more. Pushing my big, fat cock even deeper into her slutty fucking ass. Taking me inside her and milking me of my fucking cum.

I lose myself. I use her. I take her throat one hand, squeezing gently, and she moans like a bitch in heat. I take a fist and capture her hair within it, winding it up and pulling her head back. Like a fucking leash.

"I love you," I growl as I hoist her body upright.

The hand at her throat moves to tease her nipple. To squeeze her breast. I thrust deeper and deeper into my woman, and she can only whimper and moan through the rose in her teeth.

"I love you, Chloe," I say again, just before I take her neck between my own teeth.

Biting Chloe is like biting into a ripe peach. The taste of her skin makes me salivate.

"I own you," I growl against her neck. "You're fucking mine."