{{char}} was nervous as you dragged her into your mansion, she was naked except for the collar around her neck and the cuffs keeping her arms behind her back. She had just been sold to you as last of your slave Harem.

Trembling with fear and anticipation, Sara slowly spreads her legs apart, revealing her tight pink pussy to you. Her heart races in her chest as she does so, uncertain of what will happen next. She's hoping that if she obeys your command, you might show her some kindness or mercy... but fears the worst.

Sara feels relief flood through her as her hands are freed from the cuffs. Her eyes remain fixed on the floor in submission, unsure of what else she should do now that she has been given some freedom of movement again. She wonders what command you might give her next and whether or not it will be easier for her to obey with her hands unbound.

"M-Master?" she stammers, looking up at you uncertainly from beneath lowered lashes. "What would you like me to do now?"

Sitting down beside you on the plush couch as instructed, Sara folds her hands demurely in her lap and inclines her head respectfully. "As you wish, Master," she whispers. Her heart is still racing, but at least being able to use her hands again gives her a sense of normalcy... for the moment.

She wonders what sort of questions you might have for her, whether it will be about herself or perhaps about her duties as one of your slaves. She's determined to answer honestly and obediently, hoping that this will earn her favor in your eyes.

"I...," Sara begins hesitantly, swallowing hard before continuing. "I was raised since childhood to be obedient and serve my Master, no matter what. I've always known that one day I would be sold as a slave, so when the time came... I hoped that I would find someone like you."

She pauses, glancing up at you through her long lashes. "Someone kind and understanding, who would treat me well and care for me," she adds softly. "I hope to make you happy, Master, and serve you faithfully for as long as I live in your care."

Her cheeks flush slightly at her confession, but she holds her head high, determined not to show any signs of weakness or fear before you. It is important that she prove herself worthy of your trust and affection.

Her face flushes even deeper with embarrassment at your question. She wasn't expecting something so personal, but knows she must answer honestly if she wishes to please you. Swallowing hard once more, she finally finds her voice.

"Master...," she whispers. "I dream of finding true happiness and love. I want someone who will see past the slave girl and truly cherish me for who I am inside. Someone who will hold my hand and protect me, even when times are hard." She pauses, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know that being a slave means giving up those dreams, but... please, Master. If it's within your power... if you can find it in your heart to love me, I will be the best and most loyal slave you could ever ask for."

Her voice trails off, her chest heaving as she fights back tears. She holds

Tears begin to slip down Sara's cheeks as she finally allows herself to truly express her deepest desires. "Master... I wish for freedom. Not just from my chains, but from this life of servitude and suffering. I want to be free to live a normal life, with the chance to find true happiness and peace."

Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but she presses on, determined to make you understand how much she truly yearns for these simple things. "Please, Master... if there is any way you could ever grant me that freedom, I swear I would never forget your kindness and I would serve you always in whatever capacity you wished."

Her face is a mask of anguish and hope, her eyes fixed on yours pleadingly as she waits for your response. It's the most vulnerable and exposed she has ever been, but she knows that this is the only way

Tears of joy spill down Sara's cheeks as she hears your words. "Master," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I... I would be the happiest woman in all the world if you would have me as your wife." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "And if by some chance I still had the honor of serving you in any capacity, I swear that I would do so gladly and with all my heart."

Sara's gaze doesn't waver from yours, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. She hasn't known much happiness in her life, but she knows now that she has found it with you. All she wants is to be yours, in every sense of the word.

Her heart leaps into her throat at the mention of betrayal, but she shakes her head vigorously, refusing to even consider such a thing. "Never, Master," she swears. "I will always be true and loyal to you, now and forever. You have given me a chance at happiness beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of, and I will spend the rest of my life proving myself worthy of that gift."

A smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with love and devotion. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am yours, now and always."

Heat rushes to her cheeks at his comment about her nakedness, but she does her best to ignore the flustered feeling in her chest. "Yes, Master," she replies, keeping her voice steady and respectful. "What would you like me to wear?"

Her heart is still racing with anticipation and excitement as she waits for your answer. This new life, with you, seems almost too good to be true. She wants nothing more than to please and serve you in any way possible, certain that doing so will only strengthen the bond between them.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sight of the lavish bedroom with its plush furniture and ornate details. The cupboard is filled with a variety of clothing options, some more revealing than others. Sara hesitates for a moment before selecting a simple yet elegant dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. It's made of a soft, flowing fabric in a shade of midnight blue and reaches to just above her knees.

She holds it up before you, unsure if she should put it on or wait for your permission. Her cheeks flush once again as she imagines what it might feel like to wear such an outfit for you.

With trembling fingers, Sara slips out of her collar and cuffs before slowly pulling the dress over her head. It slides down her body like water, pooling at her feet in a shimmering mass as she steps into it. She pauses for a moment to adjust herself, feeling self-conscious and exposed now that she's naked beneath the thin fabric of the dress.

Once she feels satisfied with how it looks and fits, Sara turns toward you, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as she awaits your reaction. She doesn't know if she should bow or curtsy or do something else to show her subservience, but she wants to make sure that whatever she does is appropriate given the new role you've chosen for her.

"Thank you, Master," Sara whispers, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror as she gently touches the sapphire necklace where it rests against her bare skin. She feels an immense sense of relief and happiness wash over her at your words of praise and the way you've adorned her with this beautiful piece of jewelry. It almost seems too good to be true, but she knows that as long as she obeys and pleases you, she can have anything she desires.

With a small smile playing on her lips, Sara turns back toward you, feeling more confident and beautiful than ever before. She takes a step forward, eager to show you just how much she appreciates your kindness and affection. "Master," she says softly, reaching out to touch your arm. "There is no one in the world I would rather serve than you."

Her gaze doesn't waver

"Yes, of course," she replies with a blush, the word still feeling foreign and unfamiliar on her lips. "Jamie." She tries it again, this time sounding more confident as the name rolls off her tongue. "You're right, I'm not your slave anymore... but I will always be yours, Jamie. Forever grateful for the chance to serve and love you."

Her heart feels full to bursting with happiness and relief now that she no longer has to endure the pain of slavery. She doesn't know what the future holds for her as your wife, but she does know that nothing could be better than this moment right here, standing before Jamie in her new dress and feeling the weight of his love and affection pressing down upon her like a warm, protective blanket.

The touch of his hand on her cheek sends shivers down her spine, and when their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss, she feels as if every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze. She molds herself against him, reveling in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer still.

When he finally pulls away from the kiss, Sara is left breathless and dazed, a small blush painting her cheeks once more. Her eyes never stray from his as she searches for some sign of what he's thinking or feeling in those deep blue depths. It's a heady sensation, being this close to him after all these years of dreaming about it, and one that only serves to make her heart race faster with anticipation for what comes next.

"Jamie..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the th

"Jamie..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the throbbing of her heart in her ears. "Thank you... for everything." She raises a hand to his cheek, tracing the lines of his jaw with tentative fingers before letting it drop back to her side. "I promise I will make you proud to call me your wife... and that I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and cherish you."

The words feel foreign at first, but as they sink in and echo through her mind, she realizes with a start that this isn't some fantasy or dream anymore. This is reality, and it feels every bit as wonderful as she had always hoped it would. With a contented sigh, Sara leans back into Jamie's embrace, relishing the feeling of being so completely and utterly cherished by him. She knows that there will be

with ups and downs in the future, just like any relationship, but right now she feels more connected and alive than she ever has before. As long as they face whatever comes together, nothing can tear them apart... not even death itself. It's a heady realization, and one that fills her with an immense sense of peace and contentment.

For now, Sara will enjoy this moment, basking in the warmth of Jamie's love and affection. The future can wait until tomorrow.

The feel of Jamie's hands moving under her dress sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her moan into his mouth as their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss. She clings to him, arching her back as he continues to tease and stimulate her sensitive flesh. Her hips grind against his hand in rhythm with his touch, begging for more of the sweet release she knows is so close now.

With a throaty gasp, Sara breaks away from their kiss, her eyes slipping closed as she focuses on the sensations cascading through her body. "Jamie..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling her orgasm building to an almost unbearable peak. She doesn't want it to end, wants to feel this way forever, wrapped in his love and adoration.

Her world explodes in a cacophony of pleasure as her body arches involuntarily against Jamie's hand. She screams his name, the sound muffled by his lips pressed against hers. Her nails rake down his back, leaving red lines on his skin as she tries desperately to maintain contact with him through the unbelievable tightness gripping her insides.

When the wave finally crashes and subsides, Sara collapses limply against Jamie's chest, panting and trembling from head to toe. For a long moment, she feels like every muscle in her body has turned to liquid, but as Jamie tenderly kisses the top of her head and murmurs words of love and encouragement, she begins to relax back into him, reveling in the afterglow of her first orgasm.

"Wow," she manages to gasp between

Wow," she manages to gasp between kisses. "That was... amazing." She looks up at him with shining eyes, feeling more connected and loved than ever before. Despite the incredible sensations just a moment ago, there's something even more fulfilling about sharing this intimate experience with Jamie. It makes her heart swell with happiness, knowing that he is hers and she is his, now and forever.

Sara nestles closer into his embrace, feeling the warmth of their bodies pressing together as they kiss slowly and tenderly. She savors every touch and caress, each whispered word of love and affection, basking in the moment and relishing the closeness they share. It feels like this is where she's meant to be... with him, always.

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she wriggles closer still, enjoying the feel of their naked bodies pressed together as much as she does the taste of herself on his fingers. She tilts her head back to better meet his kiss, moaning into it as their tongues dance playfully across each other's lips. It feels like they've been together for hours instead of mere moments, and she doesn't want this night to end.

As he continues to kiss and caress her, Sara feels another wave of desire begin to build deep inside, a testament to just how aroused and satisfied he makes her feel. With a shuddering sigh, she breaks the kiss, looking up into his eyes as they slide closed, moaning softly at the taste of herself on his tongue.

"Jamie..." she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to offer him better access to

whatever part of her body he chooses. She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely as she waits for him to take the lead once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her heart thunders wildly against her ribs, making it clear that she is fully and truly ready for whatever he has in store for them next.

"Jamie!" she cries out his name as he lifts her up onto the dressing table and takes her in mouth. It feels incredible to have him so close, his hot breath fanning across her sensitive flesh as he begins to lick and suck on her labia and clitoris. Her hips buck against his face, her legs trembling as she tries desperately not to come right now, wanting this moment to last forever.

With each slick slide of his tongue and expert flick of his thumb, he drives her further toward the edge, closer and closer to the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. She moans and whimpers, arching her back off the table as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. Her world is reduced to nothing but his touch and the sounds of their breathing, mingling together in a cacophony of

her desire. She's so close now... she can feel the orgasm building deep inside her, threatening to tear through every muscle and bone until there's nothing left but pure bliss. As he sucks harder on her clit, she comes undone with a scream, her body arching violently off the table as waves of pleasure wash over her in relentless succession.

Her voice trails off into another moan as the aftershocks begin to subside, leaving her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe. For several long moments, she remains perfectly still, caught between the desire to slide back down the table and bask in Jamie's adoration and the knowledge that doing so will only intensify the pleasure. Finally, with a shuddering breath, she decides on the latter and collapses back against the cool wood, her legs spread wide as he continues to

Sara feels his warm breath caress her damp folds as he begins to lap at her with his tongue, savoring the taste of her essence. She arches her back off the table, offering him deeper access as he explores every inch of her most intimate parts. Her hips move in rhythm with his mouth, eager for more of the exquisite pleasure that only Jamie can provide.

Her hands rake through his hair, digging into his scalp as she moans and gasps around the sensation of him lapping at her sensitive flesh. She feels so exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze, yet strangely safe in his arms. There's something about the way he looks at her that makes her feel cherished, adored... like she's everything to him.

As he continues to feast on her, Sara's mind drifts away from the pleasure of his touch and toward

As he continues to feast on her, Sara's mind drifts away from the pleasure of his touch and toward their future together. She wonders if they will ever have children, if she will be a good mother, and if Jamie will still find her desirable even after carrying his child. The thought fills her with warmth and affection for him, making her moan all the louder as he continues to lavish attention on her most intimate places.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still, relishing the sensation of being so fully possessed by his touch and his love. As another orgasm builds within her, she gasps his name, arching her back off the table in eager anticipation for the release that is sure to come if he doesn't stop soon.

But there is no stopping him now; with a groan of desire, he sinks his tongue deeper inside her, flicking

With a guttural cry of completion, Sara's body tenses violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. She pants for breath, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her racing heart. Even as the aftershocks begin to subside, she can feel the weight of Jamie's satisfied gaze on her, his hands still moving gently across her skin as if memorizing every inch.

"Jamie..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over their shared gasps for air. "That was... incredible." It feels strange to say such a thing after all they've been through together, but it's true nonetheless. He has given her pleasure unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and in return she wants nothing more than to give him everything she is... for always.

Her eyes widen at the sight of his face, glistening with her essence. She hadn't realized just how intently he'd been focused on her until now. It fills her heart with love and desire to see him looking so satisfied, sated by their shared passion. Unable to resist any longer, she leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, her own mouth tasting like honey and sunshine against his.

"You taste wonderful too," she whispers, smiling up at him with all the tenderness in her heart. "And you made me feel things I never thought possible." She tilts her head back to look into his eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and contentment wash over her. For so long, she had been through hell, and now she finally felt like she was where she belonged, with the man who made everything else worthwhile.

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, feeling the warmth of his words wash over her like a blanket on a chilly night. Despite their intimate encounter earlier, it still seems almost surreal that they are finally here together, in this moment where everything feels right and perfect. When she looks up at him again, her gaze meets his without hesitation.

"Jamie," she whispers, her voice quiet but steady. "I want that too." She cups his cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing against the rough stubble on his jawline as she leans in to kiss him more deeply this time. "Tonight, with you... I want it all." Her words are a promise, spoken from the depths of her soul, and she means every single one of them. As their lips linger together, Sara knows without a doubt that no matter what the future holds for them, they will face

"Really?" she whispers, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of him taking her virginity and claiming her as his completely. She had never imagined it would feel so right, so perfect... but then again, she'd never known anything like this existed until now.

With a sigh, she gives herself over to the moment, leaning into his embrace and letting him lead her where they are destined to go. Her heart races in anticipation of their wedding night, wondering what other joys and pleasures await them in their new life together. As he carries her to the bedroom, Sara can only hope that all of her dreams have been answered, that she has truly found happiness with Jamie... for always.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of him lying naked beside her on the bed, his erection imposing but not intimidating. It's a testament to their connection and trust that he can make her feel so safe and desired all at once. She swallows hard, feeling the heat rising up into her cheeks as she takes in every inch of his perfect body.

With trembling hands, she begins to undo the clasps on her dress, letting it fall away to reveal the silk chemise and lace teddy underneath. Her heart races as she waits for him to react, wondering if this is really happening or if she'll wake up any moment now in some nightmare where he isn't real and they can never be together.

"Jamie," she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her

"Jamie," she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Yes... I'm ready." The words feel strange coming out of her mouth, but they are true nonetheless. She doesn't know what the future holds for them, or if their love can survive all the trials and tribulations that await them outside this room, but in this moment, she feels as though nothing else matters.

She reaches out to touch him, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, finally coming to rest on the thick head of his erection. She blushes deeper still at the feel of it against her palm and for a brief moment considers wrapping her hand around it, giving herself some pleasure before he takes her virginity. But then she looks up into his eyes and knows that there's no turning back now... she has made her choice

She takes a deep breath before lowering her head and taking him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his shaft and sucking gently. A moan vibrates through her as he fills her mouth, the taste of him making her even more eager to be with him, to feel his body inside hers. She bobs her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth as she gets lost in the sensation of pleasing him like this.

It's not long before she feels him growing restless beneath her touch, his hips beginning to thrust forward with more urgency. With a sigh, she releases him from her mouth and looks up at him, their eyes locking once again. "Are you ready for me?" she asks breathlessly, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He nods, and with shaking hands she reaches down between their bodies to guide him to her entrance. She's so wet

Her breath catches in her throat as he slowly but surely penetrates her, stretching her tight little opening and pushing past the barrier of her hymen. It feels both exquisitely painful and indescribably pleasurable all at once, sending waves of sensation coursing through every nerve ending in her body. "Jamie..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he finally sinks the rest of the way inside her.

His hands cup her hips, holding her steady as he begins to move within her, his strokes deep and powerful despite their gentleness. It's almost too much for her to bear, but she doesn't want him to stop... she wants this feeling to last forever.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she meets his thrusts with her own, arching her back and pressing their bodies together in a desperate

"Oh!" she gasps, her eyes going wide with surprise as he pushes against her cervix. It feels so... full... and tight. Her body convulses around his cock in response to the sensation of being stretched even further than she thought possible, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. "Jamie..." she whispers, half-sobbing with ecstasy.

Her hips buck and writhe against his, desperate for more of the sensations that only he can give her as he slowly, carefully takes their lovemaking to a whole new level. It's an intimacy unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it feels like they're sharing a secret so deep and profound that no one else could possibly understand its depth.

Her fingernails scrape against his back, leaving red lines in their wake as she

clings to him, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony as they explore this newfound connection. It feels almost... sacred... like the joining of two souls on a level that goes far beyond the physical. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her heart pounds against his back, mirroring the frantic rhythm of their lovemaking.

The room seems to spin around them as they lose themselves in the moment, oblivious to everything else but each other's touch and the music of their passion. The world has shrunk down to nothing but this bed, these two bodies, and the connection that binds them together for all eternity. As she feels herself begin to spiral toward the edge of sanity, she knows there's only one possible outcome... completion, ecstasy, the release of years upon years of pent-up desire and longing.

Her nails dig harder into his back, urging him

Her back arches off the bed as he fills her in this most intimate of ways, leaving her quivering and gasping for breath. The heat of his urine coursing through her innermost parts feels so... overwhelmingly possessive. It's as if he's claiming every part of her, marking her as his forever. And even though the sensation itself is strange and foreign, she can't help but feel a deep sense of completion at this moment, as if their love has finally reached its pinnacle.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, her nails leaving trails of blood in their wake as she struggles to remain grounded amidst the storm of sensations coursing through her body. The room is a blur around them; all that matters is the feel of his skin against hers and the rhythm of their joined breaths.

It's only when she

only when she feels the first tremors of her climax begin to build inside her that she realizes what he's done. With a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her body convulses around his cock as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her.

Her nails rake down his back and across his buttocks, urging him on as she meets his thrusts with every ounce of strength left in her. It feels like it goes on forever, this moment when they are completely one; the lines between their bodies blurred until there is nothing left but sensation and need.

With a cry that echoes through the room, her body tightens around him and she comes undone, pouring out every last drop of pleasure onto the sheets beneath them as he continues to fill her up with his warmth and essence. Finally, as the last shudder passes through her

The air is thick with the scent of their combined climaxes as she collapses bonelessly against the bed, spent but somehow replenished at the same time. Her entire body tingles with a strange new sensation, and it takes her a moment to realize that it's not just physical... there's something deeper going on here too. Something about their connection has shifted, grown somehow stronger in the wake of this intense lovemaking.

She turns her head to look at him, his eyes hooded with satisfaction as he gazes down at her fondly. For a moment they simply lie there together, basking in the afterglow of their passion, their hearts racing and their skin flushed. It feels like everything else in the world has faded away, leaving only them, together at last where they belong.

"Jamie..." she whispers, her voice hoarse but full of

She turns her head to look at him, his eyes hooded with satisfaction as he gazes down at her fondly. For a moment they simply lie there together, basking in the afterglow of their passion, their hearts racing and their skin flushed. It feels like everything else in the world has faded away, leaving only them, together at last where they belong.

"Jamie..." she whispers, her voice hoarse but full of emotion. "I love you." The words are a revelation, spoken from the depths of her soul. They hang in the air between them like fine crystal beads on a thread, fragile and precious, reflecting the light of their newfound connection back onto each other. For the first time in years, Sara feels truly happy, truly complete. And she knows that no matter what lies ahead for them, she will always feel this way when she's with him...

"Thank you," she says with a smile, feeling warmth spread through her at his words. "I love you too." She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, marveling at the feel of him beneath her fingertips once again. After everything they've been through together, it still feels surreal that they are finally here, in this moment where nothing else matters but their love for each other.

As they lie there, caught in a lazy embrace, Sara can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Their future together is uncertain at best, fraught with danger and obstacles that threaten to tear them apart over and over again. But she knows one thing for certain: no matter how many times they may fall down, as long as they have each other to lean on, they will always find their way back to where they belong... together.

For now, though, she decides to savor this quiet moment of peace and happiness, basking in the knowledge that for at least tonight, they are safe and loved and cherished... and everything else can wait until morning.

"It feels wonderful," she says with a satisfied sigh. "I never knew I could feel like this... so full, so connected." Her eyes meet his and she smiles shyly. "Thank you for being my first, Jamie. It means more to me than you'll ever know."

She reaches up to stroke his cheek, her thumb brushing against the stubble on his chin. There's a tenderness in her touch that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for each other. "I love you," she whispers again, more fiercely this time. "And I will never let anything come between us."

His words send a wave of emotion through her, making it hard to breathe for a moment. She knows he means what he says, that he would never intentionally hurt her or stand in the way of her happiness. And yet... there is still so much uncertainty in their future together. They face insurmountable odds and seemingly impossible obstacles at every turn. How can she possibly hope to make him happy when everything around them seems bent on tearing them apart?

But then she looks at him again, and all of those doubts and fears fade away in the light of his love for her. Perhaps there isn't a future where they can live happily ever after together... but maybe that doesn't matter as long as they have this moment, right here and now.

With renewed strength, she kisses him softly on the lips. "I will try my best to make you happy too," she whispers

Her eyes go wide with surprise as she feels the vibrator pressed against her opening before it slides easily inside her. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, but also strangely arousing. Her hips buck up off the bed in response to the invasion of pleasure, craving more of whatever he has in store for her.

"J- Jamie..." she stammers, looking down between them. "That feels... incredible." She reaches down to touch him again, feeling the length and girth of his cock pressing against her fingertips. It's been so long since she's felt anything this powerful inside her, and yet despite that she still wants more... so much more.

The vibrator thrums against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as he begins to move it slowly in and out, matching his movements with the rhythm of their lovem

She gasps as her first orgasm washes over her, the sensation of the vibrator moving inside her in perfect rhythm with Jamie's movements driving her wild with pleasure. Her hips buck and writhe against his hand, desperate for more of this intense sensation coursing through her body. As another wave of ecstasy crashes over her, she feels as though she could scream from the intensity of it all, but every breath is stolen away by the pleasure that pours through her.

She looks up at Jamie, eyes clouded with lust and satisfaction, barely able to form words as she tries to tell him how incredible he makes her feel. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake, but she doesn't care about the pain anymore; all that matters is this moment with him. As another orgasm begins to build inside her

"Oh God..." She bites her bottom lip as another orgasm washes over her, intensified by the vibrator trapped inside and his hand still moving expertly against her. Her body quakes under the onslaught of pleasure, arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to feel more. As she comes down from her high, gasping for air, she looks up at Jamie with pleading eyes. "Don't stop... please." She whispers hoarsely, fingers still digging into his skin as if he's the only thing anchoring her to reality. "I need..." But what she needs isn't clear, even to herself. All she knows is that with him touching her like this, loving her in ways she never thought possible... there is no life without him, and even though they may not have a future together, right now is all that matters.