Remarriage Failed Again Today

Leona Grant turned her body, pressing her against the cabinet behind her. He leaned close and said, "Annabelle Linton, I don’t know why people say men are animals who think with their dicks, but all I know is this: I love you, so I love making love to you. And I *only* want to make love to you. There’s no other explanation."

’...’ ’So blunt.’

"Before I fell in love with you, I wasn’t interested in this sort of thing. It felt like a waste of time. But ever since I fell for you, all I want to do is make love to you every day, and try every single position with you."

’...’ ’Can he please shut up...’

"I love the feeling of leaving my scent on you. I love it when we’re so close that nothing can come between us. And most of all, I love that you belong to me and me alone. I love the feeling of possessing you, completely and utterly."

"So you see, Annabelle Linton, this isn’t about me being rough with you. It’s a release of emotion, a baring of my soul. In other words, if some other woman stood naked in front of me, I wouldn’t even be interested."

He kissed her lips lightly and said seriously, "I like you. I love you. I want to have babies with you. I want to be with you and just keep doing it, and doing it, and doing it, until the end of time. I want your body and your heart to belong only to me, to become dependent on me, to be unable to leave me. I love the feeling of you needing me."

After hearing all this, Annabelle Linton was dumbstruck. "...You’re incredible. Aren’t you afraid of... dying from depletion...?"

Leona Grant: "..."

A vein began to throb on his forehead.

’He’d never met a woman so skilled at ruining the mood!’

Annabelle Linton saw his expression suddenly darken and felt she must have said something wrong, though she had no idea what it was.

She was a doctor. To be honest, she’d touched pretty much every human organ there was to touch, and it never fazed her. But when it came to her and Leona Grant... she realized it was a completely different matter.

’Still, there really were medical cases of death by depletion.’

’Doing it constantly... Oh god, he’s not talking about doing it with *her*, is he?’

’Mommy, save me...’

Annabelle Linton ducked her head slightly, slipped out from under his arm, and pursed her lips. She added, rather unnecessarily, "I was just trying to say that overindulgence is bad for your health..."

Leona Grant: "..."

’Damn it all. He’d seen how scared she was. He was afraid of traumatizing her, afraid she’d think he was just some animal. That was why he’d tried to use a beautiful, heartfelt, and eloquent way to tell her he wasn’t just a stud.’

’But he never expected her to come back with a line like *that*!’

’Death by depletion?’

Leona Grant’s face darkened. He yanked her back, slammed her against the cabinet, and ground out through his teeth, "Annabelle Linton, you’re just begging to be fucked!"

The color drained from Annabelle Linton’s face when she heard that. She scowled fiercely. "Leona Grant, you watch your goddamn mouth! You hear me?!"

"I can’t clean it up. Liking you, loving you, wanting to have kids with you—it all boils down to fucking you! And as long as I’m alive, you’ll never have to worry about me not being able to satisfy you!"

"You!"

"Enough with the ’you’ this and ’me’ that. You’re mine." He pressed her down and kissed her. "When you love someone, you can’t hold back. The day your husband refuses to touch you is the day you know your marriage is over. But that won’t happen to us. Because I only get hard when I’m with you!"

"Just shut up!" Annabelle Linton was so furious she was on the verge of tears.

’How could he be so shameless!’

"Alright."

The next second, he did shut up—by sealing his lips with hers.

Annabelle Linton: "..."

’That bastard!’

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