every vein. The way it pulsed. The way it seared her body and mind with pure fire. Pleasure fire. Ambrosia of all ecstasy.
It was unimaginable.
She couldn’t believe sex felt this good.
“Anna…” Sven fucked in a steady rhythm at first, then his thrusts became more urgent. His cock slammed in without reserve, branding her with pure lust. He fucked her faster, deeper, harder until she could only feel fire.
There was no more pain, only unfulfilled atavistic need. She welcomed him home each time, hips to hips. Flesh to flesh. So that she could ride with him toward the ultimate pleasure.
Sven’s grip on her tightened. Her pulse raced. He gritted his teeth as he flooded her with hard, quick thrusts. He pounded and lunged and slammed until she couldn’t take him anymore.
Bright colored fireworks burst before her eyes as Annalise climaxed. Her body went rigid, stalling her breath in her throat. She whipped her head toward the sky. Her back arched as waves of powerful ecstasy washed over her.
Annalise was trying to catch her breath when he rammed his cock in once, twice and a third time before he jerked and climaxed. She could feel his cock pulse in her depths. Warm liquid bathed her battered pussy. Her sex quivered and contracted around his shaft, milking him to the last drop.
“Anna…” Sven whispered hoarsely. He looked alarmed. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry…”
She didn’t realize she was crying. But her tears weren’t from the pain. They were tears of joy. He showed her many shades of pleasure. And he made her a woman. Her chest swelled with a thousand unspoken emotions.
Annalise swallowed hard and forced herself to talk. “No.” She wasn’t sure if Sven could understand her, so she kissed him hard.
The rest went blurry.
She thought she might have said that she loved him too.
Five
“Newly Married And In Love.”
Sven skimmed the article and found the picture where he was kissing Annalise in Central Park, hotdogs in their hands. He was photographed wearing t-shirt, jeans and sneakers—his first casual clothes in a decade— that Annalise bought for him. Ever since Annalise agreed to share intimacy with him, they’d been going out on dates a lot.
At first, Sven wanted to spoil her with the finest of everything, but a jet-set lifestyle made her uncomfortable. One time he took her to watch the opera. She had been easily transformed into an elegant beauty with a formal gown, and she kept her demeanor straight until he asked whether she enjoyed the performance. Her answer had been, “To be honest it’s boring as hell. I wish they would start throwing pies at each other to make it interesting.”
He laughed so hard, he had to excuse them both from the theater. Since then, he let Annalise choose the venue for their date nights. She took to him to see Yankees games, evening strolls in Central Park, and nightly excursions to hole in-the-wall restaurants that served incredibly delicious food that he otherwise would had never discovered. The more he learned about her, the more he fell for her. Annalise completed what had been missing from his life.
Sven folded the tabloid that Abbott Hill brought to the luncheon. “They’re sure having fun hounding us around.”
“It’s excellent publicity,” said the lawyer. Your marrying Annalise has been good for the company image. Both Dune Industry and Synergy.”
Sven noted the hesitancy in Hill’s voice. “You’re worrying about something?”
“I’ve heard some unsettling news from my sources. It disturbs me.”
“Oh?” Sven became interested.
“Three of the biggest Dune Industry shareholders conducted secret meetings and discussed raising capital. They met representative from Goldman Sachs on a couple occasions. My fear is that someone in Dune is facilitating a hostile takeover.”
Sven furrowed his eyebrows. “Cécile Mason. She’s behind this.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“She wants to purge Annalise from Dune
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