forty-five: intimate

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not proof-read!

A/N: there will be some sexual content it's not too detailed but it does indicate and have descriptions of sex. if you are uncomfortable than the sign: (//) will indicate when this scene will take place and that scene will go on until the end of this chapter.

Mother insisted that we both stayed at the family house, but Marco and I declined. He said that he had a holiday house in Greece, so we both decided to stay there during the duration of our trip.

"So where exactly is your holiday house?" I asked Marco as he dragged me to the wooded planks.

"You have to wait and see, treasure." He grinned as he stepped onto the yacht which was swaying back and fourth gently.

Marco reached out for my hand and helped me aboard the yacht. He wrapped his arms around my waist as the yacht started to move. He rested his head on the crook of my shoulder.

I smiled and stared out onto the open sea.

"I was terrified when I spoke to your father." He laughed.

I laughed along with him. "Who wouldn't be? My father is very intimidating." I don't think I have ever seen my father smile. I believe my mother has only seen his kind and caring side.

I remember when Lorenzo told me on what my father was like when he was younger. Serious. Mature as a boy, but when he met my mother he started to become loving.

"Your mother doesn't seem to think so." He chuckled.

"She has been married to my father for years. She can deal with my father." I stated. She had no fear of my father. She loved him very much and I'm sure my father does too.

After half-an-hour the yacht stopped moving and we had arrived to a small island with only a large house.

"Marco, do you own this island?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yes."

"It's gorgeous." I commented as I admired the island.

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"This is where we will be staying." Marco states as he placed our things on the large bed. I felt my heart pounding furiously.

I don't know why I am so nervous. We have shared a bed before.

Maybe because you desire him.

"You know we should start wedding planning." Marco said to me.

As Marco said that, I stared at my wedding ring that he gave me. I don't think I would ever get tired of that.

"What's the rush?" I asked.

There was no rush what so ever. I wanted to have a perfect wedding, and that took time. Also I knew nothing about planning weddings. Sure, I had a vision on what my wedding would look but I was utterly useless when it come to putting those plans into action.

"I want to start calling you my wife." He said huskily. My breathing got caught in my throat as Marco moved towards me.

"I want to make you mine."

Another step forward.

"I want you to become a Donati."

Another step.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Another step.

"I want you to have my child."

I think I just died right there.

Marco's body was against mine and my back was against the bedroom wall. His lips caught mine. He started to move his lips passionately and violently.

But I liked it.

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He opened his mouth to suckle my bottom lip, which sent a rush of pleasure done my spine. I moaned as I snaked my arms around his neck, enjoying the feelings of his soft lips against my own. Marco lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist instantly. I felt something hard against my thigh. My eyes widened as I realised what the hardness was.

Oh god...

I felt him push me against the soft bed, still kissing me. My hands slips underneath his shirt, I was gently caressing his stomach, enjoying the feelings of his hard abs. His mouth pressed harder to mine, deepening our kiss.

Our lips separated for a few seconds. Then Marco pressed his lips to my forehead, then slowly to my nose, my cheeks, my jaw and eventually my neck. Every kiss he placed left a burning sensation that left me wanting more and more of him.

I gasped out loud as his hands traveled to my body. Touching my breasts; Touching my stomach and Touching my thighs. I breathed heavily as he touched me.

I gently ran my hands through his soft hair as his lips attacked my neck. "Marco..." I moaned as he kissed my weak spot on my neck. That spot which made me even more aroused for him than I already was

"We need to stop before we go too far, Ophelia." He said my name breathlessly which just made me yearn for him even more.

"Don't. Make me yours. Love me. Make love to me." I pleaded in a small whisper as I rested my forehead against his.

I had never desired someone so much before.

He lifted my chin and this time he gently placed a soft kiss to my lips. "I love you so much."

"And I love you."

And without hesitation he stripped me from my clothes as I did the same to him. All our clothes were thrown onto the floor except from our undergarments.

He sucks my neck whilst running his hands through my body. "You are so beautiful." He removed my bra and threw it onto the floor. He stared my breasts in desire as he cupped my breast in his hands, he gently sucks my nib. I gasped in response, fisting his hair.

He carried on to ravish my breasts, whilst trailing his hands down from my waist to my thighs.His lips released my breasts, then his lips trails down to my stomach. He trailed down to the hem of my underwear.

I felt myself trembling, staring as he slowly slides my underwear off.

"Fuck." He cursed. "Beautiful. You are like a Goddess, Ophelia. You are my treasure."

He placed his lips to my thighs, kissing them oh-so lightly. Like they were going to snap if he kissed them roughly. Then, he blew on my heated flesh. Even this action make me my arch my back, gasping.

He removed his boxers, showing his large and hard shaft. Oh my God...

Marco separates my thighs even further. He moves his head back up and places a kiss on my jaw. "I love you." He said before moving against me, making love to me.

It hurt at first, but Marco said reassuring, sweet words to me making me relax. The pain soon dissolved and waves of pleasure was sent to my body.

I became undone as he made love to me faster and harder. Every moment sent me to instant pleasure.  I shattered to pieces, shouting Marco's name in pleasure.

He kisses my forehead and removed himself from me. I still feel his touch inside of me. He pulls my naked, sweaty body closer to his. We both breathed heavily as I clung on to him as if I was afraid to let go.

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well...they finally did the deed.

it was sweet ngl especially with the song playing.

i have low-key love for the films even though i love the books way more. I'm just that sort of gal i guess.

there is nothing finer than Christian Grey.

see you in the next chapter!

have a lovely day or night!

nat xxx