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She’s mine.
My soulmate.
My everything.
Claudette wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close, and I fucking love it. I’m still seated inside her, and that surprises the hell out of me because I’m not one to cuddle, but with her, I’m all in.
“Baby, that was wonderful,” Claudette whispers.
“Yes, it was,” I say, nodding.
Eleven
Konstantin
A couple of weeks later.
My heart beats faster as soon as I get closer to Claudette; my body ignites into a crazy furnace. And of fucking course, we’re explosive together.
I’ve been seeing her every day; we spend a lot of time together, as much time as I can. I really enjoy talking to her; I admire her tenacity, especially since she worked so hard to get ahead against all odds since she was basically on her own.
It seems like we’ve known each other forever. That must be the soulmate connection because we are connected on such a deep level that it’s unreal. I can feel her soul, and when I look into her beautiful green eyes, I see that she feels the same.
I walk up the steps to get Claudette and her girls to take them to the funeral. It’s a hard day for my Princess because she was really close to her girls since she’s known them since grade school.
The police finally released the body after weeks in the morgue. They were looking into all of the evidence for their case.
I knock on the door, and Kitty opens the door looking pale and sad.
“Hi Kon,” Kitty says, lifting her chin in greeting.
“Is Claudette ready,” I ask, looking at her.
“She’s still getting dressed,” Marie says, walking out of the hall.
“Kon, come here, please,” Claudette yells.
I look at the girls, raising my eyebrow.
“Excuse me,” I say, walking out of the living room, down the hall to Claudette's room.
I knock at the door, pushing it open stepping inside, closing the door.
“Princess Baby,” I say, looking at her pull up a black dress and smoothing it down her hips.
Of fucking course, my cock gets hard, anxious to bury deep inside her.
“Kon, please zip me up,” Claudette says, smiling at me.
She turns around, and I fucking lose it, but I control my need. I walk over; yeah, I kiss her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck, you have me so turned on,” I whisper, sucking her flesh.
My hands move around inside the dress, cupping her breasts, running my fingers over her tight nipples.
Claudette melts into me, moaning, rubbing her sweet ass into my throbbing cock.
“You’re playing with fire, sweet Princess,” I growl, running my hand down her stomach.
