“OCEAN DEEP 3”

As I had expected, he didn't relent until he made me reach my peak. Each thrust, each change in position, felt like a deliberate move as if every angle and touch were orchestrated to etch his presence deep into my body and mind. It was as if he wanted every intimate moment to resonate within me, to make sure I remembered him long after the night was over.

"Yeah, you were right in thinking that I want to make you climax in every position I put you in, Samantha Scott," he whispered with a mixture of determination and raw desire in his voice. His words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't extinguish even if I wanted to. "Because more than anyone, I want to leave a mark not just on your womanhood but more importantly on your memory. I want you to know that I am the only man capable of bringing you to the heights of pleasure repeatedly."

His voice was a husky caress, a seductive promise that left me trembling. Every syllable was a tantalizing reminder of his power over me, of how completely he could command my body’s responses. The intensity in his eyes, the firm grip of his hands on my hips, and the relentless rhythm of his thrusts all combined to overwhelm my senses. I was lost in the sensations he was drawing from me, unable to think of anything but the heat and the urgency building between us.

Despite Marius's labored breathing, he still managed to utter those words. The fact that I was already utterly exhausted at that moment and he had no intention of slowing down, not even a little, was something I had come to expect from Marius.

Marius was not the type of man who would stop just to give me a chance to rest. It was rare for him to do so. More often than not, he would take advantage of my weakness. When he saw that I was thoroughly enjoying the effects of his every thrust and strike, he would intensify his efforts. Seeing me weakened by pleasure was like a trophy to him. This was one of Marius's traits that I had long noticed but was only now putting into words.

He was competitive in every aspect of his life. Isn’t that how all successful businessmen are? How CEOs are expected to be? But even in this intimate moment, his competitive nature shone through. He always wanted to take the lead. I could count on my fingers the number of times Marius had allowed me to take control or even hold the reins for a fleeting moment.

A series of relentless thrusts brought me back to the present, yanking my consciousness from the haze of pleasure Marius was inducing in me. The force and intensity of his movements made it clear that he wanted to leave an indelible mark on me, both physically and emotionally.

Marius's hands gripped my hips tightly, anchoring me as he drove into me with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His breath was hot against my ear as he growled out his desires, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel every muscle in his body tensing and relaxing, a testament to his control and determination.

His competitiveness wasn't just about dominance; it was about making sure I knew just how thoroughly he could satisfy me. Every movement, every touch was calculated to draw out the maximum pleasure, to make sure that I remembered this moment, this feeling, long after it had passed.

As he moved within me, his rhythm steady and unyielding, I found myself lost in the sensations. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, caught in the throes of an intense and consuming passion. Marius's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

The intensity of his desire was palpable, a tangible force that wrapped around us, pulling us deeper into the moment. I could feel the heat building between us, the pressure mounting with each passing second. Marius's hands roamed over my body, exploring and claiming every inch, leaving no doubt about who was in control.

"Come, oh, Sam, I want you to come for me!" The intensity in Marius' voice matched the fervor of his actions. Each pull and every forceful thrust spoke volumes of his desire. He wasn't satisfied with mere penetration; he wanted to conquer every inch of me, lifting me with the sheer power of his movements.

The sequence of events unfolded swiftly, leaving me breathless with a sense of urgency that felt like a year's worth of passion compressed into moments. It was as if time stood still, and yet raced forward with a hunger that mirrored our own.

Our connection transcended the physical, delving into the depths of raw, unbridled passion. We were like untamed beasts, lost in a primal dance of pleasure and desire. Every moan, every gasp was a symphony of ecstasy, echoing the rhythm of our bodies intertwining.

The room filled with the symphony of our passion, a melody of unspoken desires and unbridled lust. It was a symphony only we could compose, a masterpiece of shared intimacy and unrestrained yearning.

As our sounds echoed through the air, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone who heard us would be stirred by the same fire that consumed us, drawn into the magnetic pull of our union as if they were part of the symphony themselves.

It's pure bliss. Despite my labored breathing, despite the struggle to inhale as if Marius has momentarily taken that privilege away from me. But it's a small price to pay for the overwhelming pleasure I'm experiencing. All I want is for this moment to stretch into eternity.

At that moment, Marius showed a different side of himself—a surprisingly generous side. He seemed to understand my needs better than I did myself. It's as if he had a sixth sense, knowing exactly where and how to touch me to send shivers down my spine. Even in the dimly lit room, his touch felt like it illuminated every hidden desire within me.

His mastery over my body was evident, each movement deliberate and calculated to bring me to the edge and then pull me back, teasingly. It was a dance of passion and control, where Marius led with expertise, leaving me breathless and craving for more.

And despite the intensity of our connection, there was an unspoken understanding between us. Marius knew when to push me beyond my limits, but he also knew when to hold back, allowing me to catch my breath and savor the anticipation of what was to come next.

In that moment, as I was captured there under his touch, I couldn't help but marvel at his ability to navigate the complexities of desire and pleasure. It was more than physical; it was a deep, soulful connection that transcended the physical realm.

Marius's touch in the darkness was like a beacon, guiding us both through uncharted territories of ecstasy and fulfillment. As we lost ourselves in the throes of passion, I realized that Marius possessed a sensitivity and intuition that made every touch, every caress, feel like a symphony of desire orchestrated solely for us.

What I want to say is that Marius knows my body like no one else. Like a favorite instrument, he knows how to play it, every note and every rhythm. His touch and everything he does soothe and awaken my muscles. Possessive, almost as if telling me that I will never forget him. Because just like he said earlier, he and only he can make me feel this kind of happiness.

Every thrust and every movement carries danger and declaration. It's as if every pull and every penetration he does has a purpose to make it difficult for me to breathe. To give me a reason to desire more. To make me yearn for him even more.

In those moments, Marius wasn't just engaging in a mere physical union with me. He wasn't just claiming me; he was marking me as his own, as he had mentioned before. And that mark was not visible, but it could be awakened by his simple kiss and touch, something only he could do. I was certain that he was ensuring that no one else could ever evoke such feelings within me. It might be a competition of sorts, but the victory was for both of us.

With every movement of Marius's waist that seemed to strike like a hammer, I felt my body's continued response to him and everything he did.

In those moments, I felt like I was holding onto something powerful that I couldn't quite define. Every vein in my body seemed alive, pulsing with energy that resonated throughout my being. It moved in sync with every thrust from Marius, coming alive and awakening to his touch.

In those moments, I completely surrendered myself to Marius. It felt like the world around us had faded away, leaving only the two of us. But that didn't matter anymore. What mattered most to me was this man who was with me, continually bringing me joy. He made me feel a kind of love that I didn't know I was searching for until he showed me.

Marius's competitiveness ultimately brought me to the peak, where I felt the explosion of joy amidst bliss and desire. It transformed into an unforgettable experience.

A few more thrusts and a huge, powerful wave finally crashed over me. It was so intense that my body trembled. Along with it came the overwhelming surge of ecstasy.

Marius and I paused, catching our breath after our intense moment.

We found ourselves in my living room, stripped of pretenses like Adam and Eve. I sat on the elegant Victorian sofa, while Marius adjusted the air conditioning for comfort.

He returned from the kitchen with a pitcher of water and a delicate glass. As he handed me a glassful, our fingers briefly touched, sparking a silent connection.

Sipping the cool water, I felt a sense of peace amidst our shared intimacy. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about our bond.

I was still catching my breath when Marius sat beside me. Neither of us spoke; it was as if our breathing was doing all the talking. Then I glanced down at his still very aroused manhood. A smile crept onto my lips as I looked at him. His eyes were closed, and I thought this might be the perfect moment to impress him.

I knew that since we parted ways, he had been with many women. The thought of Lena crossed my mind, and I quickly shook my head to dispel it. I forced myself to focus, convincing myself that Marius would never choose her over me.

Back then, that was always my mind conditioning. What I mean is, that style was the most effective mind-conditioning technique I used even back when I decided to leave Marius. And somehow, it worked.