Not even God can take her from me.

"Let's do it again," I smirked and leaned closer to kiss her. Her wide smile greeted me together with her hands sliding in between my legs.

And before I knew it, she was kneeling, trying to wake my dick up with her own mouth. The sight of her sent shivers down my spine. 

The sudden urge to touch her overpowered me and I carefully clenched both my hands into her hair, forcing her head to title a bit aback.

She fastened up and I had to stop her. It was good, but her pussy was better.

"Not like this. Come - come to bed. I want to have you in bed." I tried to persuade her, but she was stubborn. She stopped only when she was no longer able to breathe properly. 

"How do you want it?" I rushed her on the bed, clinging to her body even before she could make her mind. She was burning hot. 

"Slow - down." she pleaded, squeezing my forearm "I want you - to bully me." 

I knew exactly what she was talking about. I forced myself to rise on my knees and squeezed her body in my embrace.

My thrusts became shallow and slow, as I led my fingers across her soft skin, holding her closer and fondling her breasts in my hands.

It was even harder than I thought. My urge to pick up the pace was strong, but the need to watch her blushed face burning with desire held me back.

Being the only man allowed to see her like this made me so pleased every time I was able to ignite such passion in her core.

I could feel the frustration building in her body with every single move I made.

I couldn't really tell why she loved it so much, but it worked every time. She will soon start to beg me with her ragged voice and eyes filled with lust.

Here it is. Her eyelashes fluttered open and she glanced at me, clenching her nails into my skin with bigger pressure.

"Harder!" her gasp almost escaped my notice. I wanted to torment her longer, but my body had clearly different plans. 

I held her down and finally moved without any restraints.

Her voice broke through her clenched teeth and I could feel her twitching body under my arms.

Her orgasm was long. And intense. The pulsing around my dick seemed to be endless. 

I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Valleria's body was still trembling, and I could see the satisfaction and pleasure written all over her face.

She cuddled to my chest and fell asleep in a matter of mere moments. I played with her hair, curling thin strands onto my fingers while staring at the ceiling lit by a few candles, wondering about life.

I wanted her to know that she was beautiful. That she was mine. And that she would always be mine. Forever. Until the end of time. Because she was the one who made my heart beat. The one who made me whole. Would the Devil let me see her in heaven? Or will I have to scramble out of the hell's depths just to embrace her?

Thoughts of God never bothered my mind, or religion in general. But the older I got, the more I tried to live a good life. Just in case.