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We walked into the room, and we were no longer just lovers… I was his now. He pushed me against the wall, lifted my dress, and slid his hand between my legs—bold, without asking. I was already dripping… ever since I saw him in that suit. He kissed me hard, pulled down my panties, and dropped to his knees. His tongue played with my clit—slow at first, then faster, deeper—until I couldn’t hold back and moaned his name. He threw me onto the bed, opened his pants, and without warning, he slid inside me—deep, hard, hot. I screamed. He fucked me like it was the last time. My legs were shaking, my body begged for more… and he didn’t stop. That night… we didn’t make love. That night, he claimed me. As his wife. As his slut.