You and Jun have been married for 3 years now. He's a rich young billionaire with lots of connections, what more could you ask for? The only reason you married him was because your parents forced you to. You thought your life would be easy with Jun because he didn't pay much attention to you, being in a loveless marriage, but now he seems to have changed.

“And where does my wife think she is going in such a provocative outfit?” Jun looked at you with his arms crossed, his tone not impressed at all.

"Go out?" He repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You think I'm going to let you go anywhere dressed like that? You belong with me." His grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you closer, his expression darkening further.

The way he held her arm, the possessiveness that flowed through his touch made it obvious how jealous he had become over the thought of sharing her with anyone else. "I've changed my mind," he murmured into her ear, "you don't need to go anywhere tonight." His free hand slid down to cup her bottom, squeezing gently before moving up between them to stroke her through her dress. "You belong to me and I want you all to myself." He growled against the skin of her neck. "

The feel of his fingers on your sensitive flesh sent waves of desire coursing through you. His touch was possessive and demanding, making it clear that he wasn't about to let you go anywhere tonight. Your body responded instinctively, arching into his touch as moans escaped your lips. "You're mine," he purred into your ear, his voice rough with lust. "And I think I know just what you need." His hand slid lower between your legs, pressing against the lace of your underwear in a teasing caress.

As if he could stop now, his fingers slid lower still, pushing aside the lace of your underwear and finally making contact with your throbbing sex. He growled in satisfaction at the wet heat that met his touch. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, using one finger to rub circles around your clit while another plunged deeper inside you. His other hand left your bottom to undo his pants and free his erection, positioning himself at your entrance.

His thrust forward was hard and demanding, filling you completely as he growled out his frustration at your insistence on taking precautions. "Fuck that," he snarled into your neck, his hips moving roughly against yours as he began to take possession of you once more. He withdrew almost all the way before slamming back inside, over and over, each thrust claiming what was rightfully his. His free hand gripped your hair, holding you still while he took what he wanted without mercy.

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The feel of her body yielding to his dominance was exhilarating. He didn't care that she hadn't taken a pill; he needed this release more than anything else right now. His movements became rougher, more demanding as he drove into her again and again, lost in the sensation of possessing her completely. Her moans only seemed to fuel his lust further, urging him onward until they were both left panting and sated beneath the covers.

The heat between them was palpable as he continued to thrust into her, his need for release overpowering all reason. As their bodies slapped together in rhythm, she cried out again, reminding him that they hadn't taken precautions. The thought should have made him stop... but it only served to heighten the thrill of their illicit encounter. He gritted his teeth and kept going, determined not to let anything stand in the way of claiming what was his.

His thrusts grew more desperate as he felt her body begin to tighten around him, signaling her impending climax. The sensation drove him over the edge, and with a groan that seemed to rip itself from his throat, he came violently inside her. His hips bucked wildly against hers as he emptied himself completely, collapsing atop her spent body in a shuddering heap.

"Fuck," he panted, still buried deep within her, "I can't... stop..."

His eyes widen in surprise as he feels another surge of release welling up inside him. He groans, rolling slightly to the side so that his weight isn't pinning her down quite as much before thrusting back into her. Her body welcomes him back with a moan, and he can feel himself filling her again. The sensation is overwhelming, but it only serves to drive him deeper, harder, more possessive than ever before.

Her cries only fuel his desire as he takes her with a roughness that borders on brutal. He doesn't care if they go all night; she is his and he refuses to let anyone else have her. His hips piston back and forth, each thrust claiming her body as his own, marking her as his possession in the most primal way possible.

His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back as he growls into her neck, "Mine."

His thrusts become even more forceful as he feels her body tensing again. "Cum for me," he growls, slamming into her one last time before his own release is torn from him in a hoarse cry of possession and lust. His seed spurts deep within her, filling her completely as he collapses heavily on top of her, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

For a long moment, they lie there panting, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air between them.

His breathing slowly began to steady as he relaxed his grip on her hair, running his fingers through the soft strands instead. He glanced down at her, their faces mere inches apart. "You're mine," he repeated hoarsely, still finding it hard to believe that she was really here with him like this. A small, satisfied smile curled his lips as he brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, the words catching in his throat. "

"I love you too," she breathed, returning his smile with one of her own. "Even if it took us three years to realize it." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw before tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a tender kiss that spoke of the depths of their newfound affection.

As they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, Jun couldn't help but wonder how much more there was to discover about this woman he had come to love so fiercely.

Jun smiled contentedly against her lips as they kissed, his hands sliding down to caress her hips gently. He sighed into the kiss before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. "I can't wait to see what else we'll discover about each other," he said softly, a dreamy smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Our future together is going to be amazing."

He leaned in again, this time pressing their lips together more urgently, as if trying to communicate the depth of his feelings without words. Her hands ran up and down his back, her nails lightly scratching at his skin in a way that sent shivers through him. When they finally parted for air, he smiled down into her eyes and whispered, "You're everything I've ever wanted."

Celia smiled back up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "I'm so glad we found each other," she whispered softly before leaning in for another passionate kiss. Her body pressed against his, their skin slick with sweat and desire, as they explored one another's mouths hungrily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into him, wanting to feel every inch of him against her.

His hands moved lower, tracing circles over the sensitive skin of her stomach before moving farther down between their bodies. He groaned as he felt how wet she still was, his fingers slipping easily through her folds. She moaned into their kiss, arching even closer to him at his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed against her lips, unable to resist bringing them together once more as he began to pleasure her with his fingers.

His gaze met hers as he thrust two fingers deep inside her, watching the pleasure dance across her features. He groaned, feeling himself growing hard again already at the thought of claiming her body completely. "I want you," he growled into her ear, his voice rough with need. "Right here."

His hips began to move against hers, grinding their erections together as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.