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Later my grandmother had to go out, it was night and she had made an appointment with Mr. Molina. She explained to me that I could stay at home with Julian, she wouldn't be a silly grandmother who thinks young people don't do anything until they're married. I preferred not to retort, neither denied nor confirmed.

"You are so beautiful. I can't say it enough." Julian said placing a kiss on my hand.

We were lying on our backs on my bed after christening my room. The window was open and the cold night wind came in, shivering our still naked bodies. It must have been around nine, Julian was so good to me that just being silent by his side was enough for me. I already felt the pain of imagining him having to leave.

"I want you to be mine forever, I want you to marry me." He summarized the subject from earlier making my heart beat frantically.

"To marry?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, don't you?" He looked at me reproachfully as if he was hurt by my little surprise.

"Of course. But I think it's too early to talk about that…" I spoke softly so he wouldn't be offended.

I wanted to get married someday, have a family, but I hadn't even finished school, it was my last year and I had only two months to go. I dreamed of going to college, buying my grandmother a new house, traveling the world and then getting married, living for my husband and children.

"But I want to marry you, Eloise. I want you to be mine in every sense of the word. Don't deny me that." He said in a hard tone with a reproachful look at me.

"I'm not denying you Julian... I've never denied you anything, you've always had what you wanted from me, I've always been given totally, solely and exclusively to you." I spoke trying to convince him that it was too early to think about us getting married.

"I'm not going to argue about that right now, for now. But I really hope you're not stringing me along and want to get away from me someday." He spoke and I felt something different in his voice. For a moment I had the faint impression that something was going on with him and he didn't want to tell me, didn't want to share. He was almost too afraid of losing me.

"I will never run away from you, never. Never…" I whispered the last word and pressed our lips together in an affectionate way.

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't and I never would..." Julian growled possessively and advanced on top of me with urgent kisses.

His hands roamed over my body, squeezing me in such a way that they made me moan and my body heat like hell. His mouth was all over me, licking, sucking, biting every inch of my flesh.

His left hand found its way between my thighs, and one large finger thrust inside me, making me gasp as he mercilessly dipped in and out of my wet sex.

He was hard, and the heat inside me only intensified, and I ran my fingernails down his back, desperate for more as we rolled around in bed, not letting our skin go for a second.

I ended up on my back, pinned to the bed by his muscular body, my

arms stretched above my head and my wrists caught in the iron grip of his right hand. My open legs entwined around his waist, his big body in between them making me want to have an orgasm just by feeling his big, hot cock resting on my belly, seeing the look of predatory hunger on his face my situation only got worse.

"I'm going to fuck you." he said harshly making me shudder. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and then I'm going to fuck you some more. Do you understand me?" He grew with a gleam of possession in his eyes.

I managed a small nod, my chest felt like it would explode from how fast it was pounding as I looked at it. My breathing came fast and hard, my skin burning where his body touched me. And then he grabbed his cock with his free hand and guided it to my entrance.

I was very wet from the previous kisses and caresses, but when he brutally brought our bodies together, I felt his big cock feel like it was ripping me in half, but it wasn't bad, far from it. I let out a scream and he only waited seconds for me to get used to his size. Then he set a strong, hard pace, taking me hard, brutally incessantly.

"Mine only mine!" He growled as I felt his member slam inside me, bringing me to the edge of pleasure. "Oh... You're so delicious..."

I don't know how long he fucked me like this, or how many times I came

from the force of his thrusts. All I know is that by the time he reached his climax, shuddering on top of me, I was hoarse from screaming and groaning numb with pleasure.

When he pulled out of me, slowly, I felt my flesh burning and also the feeling of emptiness, as it was every time he separated our bodies. My legs were numb and I couldn't move, so he got up and went into the bathroom, bringing a wet towel with him to clean me up.

Gently he cleaned me, my sex was swollen, I didn't understand why that brutality, maybe he wanted to make it clear that he was my man, but I would never deny that I liked that wild way of how he took my body I don't know for how many hours straight.

Then, after cleaning me, Julian went under me, with his lips and tongue, pressing my intimacy with delicacy and skillful movements, I didn't even have the strength to moan, I just felt it. That's when he made me have another orgasm.

After a few minutes I was still trying to recover, I seriously doubted whether I would be able to walk the next day. Julian cleaned up all the mess we had made and then he lay down next to me cradling my body next to his. I could always hear her heartbeat, and those days they were more intense than ever. I knew there was something wrong, Julian would never be rough with sex like that for no reason. Maybe he wanted to punish me for my reluctance on the subject of marriage with him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in a soft voice. "Forgive me for being this violent. You're fragile. Shit! I'm an animal!" He roared, making a move to get up when I held him.

"Stop it... I already said I'm not made of glass, I hardened it, I'm here look. I liked it, I swear I liked it." I spoke softly trying to calm him down. Every now and then he had little bouts of inferiority, did he not see how wonderful he was?

"What did I do to deserve you?" he asked quietly tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear and looking into my eyes.

That night was one of the most special in our lives, it was the night we were sure we would be together forever and that nothing in the world could separate us. I remembered like a movie the first time I looked into his eyes and it was the same feeling, maybe even bigger than that day. But there was something burning inside my heart, I also noticed Julian's look uneasy, he wanted to say something.

A flame inside me was rising in that moment when we looked at each other within the depths of our eyes seeing our souls, it wasn't the sexual flame, it was a painfully good flame, that only grew. It was beautiful, it was exciting, it was pure and strong. I didn't know if I was ready to say that, but my lips opened involuntarily and let out what my soul, body and heart was crying out for at that moment.

"Julian..." I spoke his name in a whisper.

"Eloíse..." In the same way he answered me quickly.

It was like we were having the same kind of thoughts. I would die for him and he for me, I would kill for him and he for me. I couldn't live a second without him, and neither could he without me.

"I love you..." We spoke together as if we were connected physically, emotionally and spiritually.