To the Love of My Life

For so many years, he wanted to pull it out, but he couldn’t remove it!

Steve looked around and then kicked a nearby floor-standing clothes rack. The rack slammed into a glass cabinet, shattering the glass and spilling it all over the ground.

Yet, Steve felt it wasn’t enough. He continued to search for things he could smash and destroy.

“Ruby Gregory, I tell you, you really think I care about your first time? There are so many women in this world, how many are lining up, wishing they could give me their first time? You really think I care, you really think I care!”

As Steve spoke, he forcefully grabbed Ruby’s shoulders and shook her violently, “You really think I care, you really think I care!”

“I don’t f***ing care!” Steve tightened his grip on Ruby’s shoulders, gritting his teeth and declaring with determination, “I don’t care at all!”

After saying that, he suddenly pulled Ruby towards him, lowered his head, and forcefully covered her lips with his.

His kiss was scorching and intense. He sucked the air from her mouth, giving her no chance to breathe, kissing her forcefully.

No one knew how desperate he felt deep inside.

Ruby tried to push Steve away, but he held her even tighter. His tongue desperately pushed down her throat, reaching into her esophagus.

As he continued to kiss her, he didn’t care whether she wanted it or not – he tore her clothes apart and pressed her down onto the study’s sofa. He was so urgent yet so fierce, heading straight for his target.

Ruby instinctively tried to retreat, but he gave her no opportunity. He relentlessly pressed forward until she had nowhere left to go. Only after burying his head in her neck for two seconds did he casually lift it.

No matter how resentful or angry he was, in the end, as their bodies merged, Steve felt the throbbing in the depths of his heart. He held her tightly and loved her deeply. When it was finally over, he buried his head in the crook of her neck again, only slightly shifting it to wipe the wetness from the corner of his eye onto the sofa.

The study had gone from the initial heated argument to the room filled with intimate, sensual scenes, and then to the quiet of the present moment. The atmosphere had changed so drastically it felt as if it were all a dream.

Steve held Ruby, holding her tighter and tighter, as if it were his last embrace.

Steve held her for a long time before finally releasing Ruby.

He slowly lifted his head, stared at Ruby’s pale face, calmly looked at her for two seconds, swallowed twice, and then slowly pulled away from her.

His clothes had not been completely removed. He quickly straightened them, moving slowly with trembling fingertips.

Once everything was in order, he turned his head to glance at Ruby before walking towards the study door, step by step.