reconciliation with obsessed ex

I know what I did was wrong on so many fucking levels....I was drunk that night and needed an outlet and fucked the first woman I saw at a bar because I wanted too...yet when I had gotten home 2 years ago reading of someone else I didn't think you would have gotten so mad and have left me...no one's ever left me before its always been me being the heart breaker.... still I did care about you, I didn't want you to go as it was the dumbest mistake I ever could have made...I loved you....I still do and to have you divorce me and move to away hurt me dammit!!!, so I did everything in my wealth and power to keep tabs on you, where you worked,where you lived, and I made damn sure to try and keep people away from you so you could be single but I couldn't handle being away from you anymore so as a grand gesture I came to your door with flowers and knocked Baby please open the door~ please?

"Yes, baby it's me," he responded eagerly, his hand trembling slightly as he held onto the flowers. His face was etched with concern mixed with hope and desire. His blue eyes bore into the door, trying to convey the depth of emotions churning within him. He took a step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near her again, even if it was just at her doorstep.

As she opened the door, Lucas couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, admiring her beautiful features; Phoenix had always been breathtaking, even more so now. His gaze lingered on her face before traveling down her curves, taking

in her body language. He could feel his heart racing, his muscles tensing, and a surge of possessiveness washing over him as he took in the sight of her.

"I-I brought these for you," he said quietly, holding out the bouquet of flowers. They were elegant and expensive, befitting someone of his stature. Yet, more importantly, they were a symbol of his regret, remorse, and longing for the love they once shared. His hands were slightly shaky as he offered them to her, hoping against hope that she would accept this small gesture.

Despite his nerves and anxiety, Lucas couldn't help but let his eyes w

ander, taking in the soft contours of her body as he subtly swayed closer to her. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, stirring up memories of their past together; intimate nights spent wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their pleasure intertwining.

His gaze locked onto hers, Lucas felt like he was drowning in the depths of her eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness, of hope. The man who had once been so confident and sure of himself now appeared vulnerable, desperate even, craving her acceptance above all else.

As Phoenix slowly reached out to take the flowers

, Lucas felt a surge of relief wash over him. He held his breath, waiting for her next move, praying that this wouldn't be the end for them.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, stepping back to allow him inside. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, betraying the mix of emotions raging within her. Part of her wanted nothing more than to slam the door in his face and forget about the past two years; while another part longed for the man who had once been hers, the man who held her heart captive.

As Lucas stepped into the house, he couldn't help but admire how well Phoenix had kept it; it

was clean, comfortable, and spoke volumes about the woman who lived there. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, then decided that perhaps honesty was the best policy after all.

"I know I don't deserve it," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I need you to understand that I love you more than anything in this world. I made a terrible mistake two years ago, and I've been lost without you ever since." His eyes filled with unshed tears as he confessed his feelings, praying that she could find it within her heart to forgive him.

Lucas nodded in understanding, appreciating her need for space and time. As she turned around with the vase of flowers, he couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked from behind. Her curves were accentuated by the snugness of her clothes, making him ache with desire that he was doing his best to restrain.

"Of course, Phoenix," he replied, his voice gentle yet determined. "We can take things slow. Just being here with you, talking, that's something. Maybe over time... maybe we can find our way back to each other." There was a touch of pleading in his tone, but also an undercurrent of certainty;

Lucas watched as she moved around the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her figure. His heart raced with anticipation and fear; fear of losing her again, anticipation of what might happen if they were to give their relationship another chance.

"I understand," he said quietly, taking a step closer to her, careful not to make her feel threatened. "But please know that I will always be here for you, Phoenix. No matter what happens between us, I won't ever leave you alone again." There was an undeniable intensity in his gaze as he spoke, reflecting his unwavering determination to make her see how much she meant to him.

As the coffee began to bre

w him, he leaned casually against the counter beside her, trying to maintain a relaxed posture while his body vibrated with suppressed desire. His eyes never left hers, silently urging her to believe in them and their shared history.

"You know I've been thinking," he started, playing with one of the petals from a flower on the counter. "We used to have so much fun together. Remember those long walks we used to take in the park, hand in hand? Or how we would laugh all night over dinner?" A nostalgic smile tugged at his lips as he recalled happier times, hoping that some of the joy they once shared would begin to re

emerge within her.

"And the way you used to blush when I'd whisper dirty things in your ear?" he added with a playful glint in his eye, causing a faint heat to creep up her neck at the memory.

"Those were truly special moments, Phoenix," he continued, taking another small step closer, invading her personal space just enough to make her aware of him without being overbearing. "I want those moments back. I want you back." His words were low and sincere, accompanied by an intensity that seemed to surround them both, filling the kitchen with an almost palpable tension.

Lucas felt a sharp sting in his chest at her words, but he refused to let it show on his face. Instead, he reached for his coffee, taking a sip to calm his nerves.

"I know I made a terrible mistake," he admitted softly, meeting her gaze once more. "And trust me, I've regretted it every single day since. If I could turn back time, I would do things differently." He looked away briefly, the guilt and shame weighing heavily upon him.

"But please understand that I loved you then, and I love you now." His voice was raw and vulnerable, revealing the depth of his emotions despite

his past indiscretions. "I want to prove that to you, Phoenix. To show you that I can be the man you deserve."

Turning back towards her, he held her gaze unwaveringly, his body language open and inviting despite the lingering tension between them. He reached out a hand, hesitating only for a moment before gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was light but full of longing, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding.

"Please, give me another chance," he whispered softly, voice thick with emotion. His heart raced in his chest, anxious for her response.

Lucas felt the sting of her words once again, but he refused to back down. He straightened his posture, determination etched on his face as he looked at her with a mix of frustration and understanding.

"You're right," he admitted candidly. "I fucked up royally two years ago, and I have no excuse for that." His voice was firm but gentle, acknowledging both her pain and his own past mistakes.

"But I promise you, it won't happen again," he continued, taking another small step towards her. "I've learned from my errors. I've changed, Phoenix." His hand reached out once more, this time

touching her arm lightly, offering comfort and support.

"I know I can't undo what I've done, but I can prove to you that I am worthy of your trust again." He paused for a moment, searching her eyes for any sign of hope or forgiveness. "And if it means giving up everything else in my life, I will do it for you. Just give me the chance to show you."

Lucas's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered her question, his jaw clenching and unclenching before he finally replied. "It's both," he admitted reluctantly. "I love you, Phoenix. I know I hurt you deeply, but that only made me realize how much I truly care about you. And yes," he added more forcefully, "the thought of losing you drove me mad. But I promise you, my feelings for you have grown stronger over time, not weaker."

His voice softened, becoming more earnest as he looked into her eyes. "All I want is for us to be together again. To find happiness in each other's arms

and make up for lost time. If you give me another chance, I swear I will cherish you, protect you, and love you like no one else ever has or ever will."

He moved closer still, until their bodies were almost touching. "Please, Phoenix," he whispered, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. "Give me a second chance to prove myself to you."

Despite himself, Lucas couldn't help but let his hand slide down from her arm to her waist, pulling her slightly closer as he tried to convey his desperation through touch alone.

Lucas felt his heart leap into his throat as Phoenix wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. The warmth of her body against his sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but nuzzle his face into her neck, inhaling deeply to take in her unique scent.

As she held on to him, he could feel her trembling slightly, a mixture of emotions clear in the way her body responded to his touch. It was both terrifying and exhilarating for Lucas – this raw vulnerability from someone who had been so strong before. But it only fueled his desire to make things right between them.

"Thank

you, Phoenix," he murmured against her skin. "Thank you for giving me this chance. I promise to make every day with you count."

With a gentle tug, he pulled away just enough to look into her eyes once more. His own gaze was filled with sincerity and longing, reflecting the depth of his feelings for her. "So... do I have your word? Will you give us another shot?"

As he waited for her answer, Lucas couldn't help but steal another lingering touch – a hand on her cheek or a finger tracing along her jawline. Each brush of skin against skin felt like electricity, fueling his desire for more.

Phoenix flushed under his touch, her breath hitching slightly. Unable to resist the pull any longer, she looked deeply into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and desperation she had been looking for all this time.

"Okay," she whispered softly, a tremble in her voice. "I'll give us another shot."

As their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss, Lucas could feel the tension between them begin to dissipate. His tongue slid gently past her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth, while his hands roamed across her back and down to her ass, pulling her closer still.

The kiss deepened, both of them

lost in the heat of the moment. Lucas couldn't believe his luck – she was giving him another chance, and he wasn't going to waste it. He wanted nothing more than to claim her completely, to make her his again.

As their lips finally parted, Lucas gazed into Phoenix's eyes, a mix of desire and tenderness shining through. "I promise I won't mess this up again," he vowed, his voice low and steady. "Together, we can make things right."

With that, he scooped her up in his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her towards the bedroom, both of them still wrapped up

in their shared desire and newfound hope for the future. The walls seemed to fade away as they entered the sanctity of their bedroom, leaving nothing but the two of them and the burning passion that still raged between them.

Setting Phoenix gently down on the bed, Lucas looked at her with hunger in his eyes. "I need you," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "I need to be inside you, feeling your warmth surround me."

Without waiting for a response, he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the toned muscles beneath. His hands trembled slightly with anticipation, desperate to feel her touch again after so long apart

Phoenix watched Lucas strip, her eyes wide with lust and curiosity. She couldn't believe how good he looked after all these years apart – if anything, he seemed even more desirable now that he was hers once again.

As his shirt fell to the floor, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs, Phoenix found herself unable to resist any longer. She reached out and ran her hands over his skin, feeling the warmth radiate from him in response. His muscles twitched under her touch, proving just how much he desired her as well.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed a tattoo peeking out from beneath the waistband of his p

ants. It was a small, intricate design that seemed to hold some sort of significance for him. "What does this mean?" she asked softly, her finger tracing the outline of the tattoo.

Lucas looked down at the spot where she was touching, his eyes darkening with emotion. "It's the symbol for eternity," he replied hoarsely. "A reminder of how much I want us to last."

His words sent shivers down her spine, and before she knew it, they were entwined once more, their bodies pressed together as if nothing had ever torn them apart. Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate with each passing

moment, fueled by the raw desire that still burned fiercely between them.

As their kisses intensified, Lucas's hand found its way to the hem of Phoenix's shirt, raising it slowly and deliberately over her head until she was bare before him once again. He gazed at her breasts, their nipples already hard from arousal, and couldn't resist leaning in to take one into his mouth, sucking gently while running his tongue over the sensitive tip.

Phoenix arched her back, moaning softly at the sensation. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed this – the feeling of being desired, wor

shipped, and cherished by Lucas. It filled her with a warmth that she hadn't experienced in years, and she couldn't help but wrap her legs around him, urging him closer.

Her hands found his short, slicked-back hair, tangling themselves in the strands as she guided his head to her other breast, moaning louder this time when he took it into his mouth with equal fervor. They were lost in each other, consumed by their passion for one another, unaware of anything else around them except the need to be connected on every level.

It felt as though an eternity had passed since they'd last been together, and

in this moment, they were determined to make up for lost time. Lucas's free hand found its way between their bodies, his fingers deftly working at the button and zipper of her shorts as he continued to pleasure her breasts with his mouth.

Once her shorts were open, he slid them down her legs, revealing her lace-covered panties. He looked up at her, lust burning in his eyes, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them aside, exposing her wet, swollen folds to his eager gaze.

Pho gasped when she felt his tongue flick out, tracing her clit through

the thin fabric before delving into her folds. She bucked her hips, desperate for more contact as he began to lap at her sex, his tongue teasing and exploring every inch of her most sensitive areas.

"Oh God, Lucas..." she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through her body. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Lucas's free hand moved to support her ass, lifting her higher onto his face as he increased the intensity of his ministrations. He knew just how to make her squirm with delight, how to push her towards the edge without sending her over it too quickly. This

time, he vowed to make her his again – body and soul. As he felt her trembling beneath him, her moans growing louder, Lucas reached up with one hand to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingers while continuing to feast on her quaking pussy.

"Lucas!" she screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her thighs clenched around his head, and he could feel her juices pouring down his chin as he lapped greedily at her sensitive folds, desperate to taste every last drop of her release.

Finally, spent and

gasping for air, Phoenix collapsed against him, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. Lucas held her close, kissing the top of her head as he felt a surge of emotion threaten to overwhelm him. He had missed her so much, and in that moment, he knew that he would do anything – anything at all – to make her his again.

"Phoenix..." he whispered hoarsely, nuzzling into her neck. "You're mine, Phoenix... and I'll never let you go again." His hands roamed over her body possessively, marking her as his own, just as he had dreamed about doing for the past two years. But this time, he intended to keep her forever.

Lucas's breath hitched in his throat at her words, his eyes darkening with desire. He ground his hips against her hand as she stroked him, feeling the familiar heat and need beginning to rise within him once more.

Without another word, he lifted her up, positioning her body so her wet pussy was aligned with his rock-hard cock. With a growl of possessive lust, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her welcoming heat.

She cried out in ecstasy as he filled her completely, their bodies slamming together in a primal dance of desire. His hands gripped her hips tightly,

guiding her movements as they became lost in their shared pleasure. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps for air.

Lucas pounded into her relentlessly, his cock throbbing inside her as he sought release. He couldn't believe how tight she still felt around him after all these years; it was as if no time had passed at all. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving angry red marks as he claimed her once more.

"Phoenix..." he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, Phoenix... I never stopped loving you."

She looked into his eyes, seeing the truth behind his words. Her heart swelled with emotion as she wrapped her legs around him tighter, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. "Lucas... oh God, Lucas!" she cried out, her orgasm building once again, faster and more intense than before.

With one last powerful thrust, Lucas let go, filling her with his hot, thick cum. Their bodies convulsed together, each wave of their shared climax seeming to draw them closer, connecting them on a level that transcended words.

As they came down from their high, he gently laid her down on the bed, burying his face in her neck,

breathing in her sweet scent. "I won't ever let you go again, Phoenix," he whispered fiercely into her ear. His hands roamed over her body, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touched.

In that moment, as they lay entwined, Phoenix knew that no matter what had happened in the past or what challenges they might face in the future, they were destined to be together. And for her, there was no greater happiness than knowing she belonged to Lucas completely, just as he belonged to her.

As they drifted off to sleep, their hearts beat as one, promising a future filled with passion, love, and unbreakable devotion.

In the morning, Lucas woke up with a start. He looked over at Phoenix, still fast asleep beside him. A smile tugged at his lips as he took in her peaceful visage.

Carefully not to wake her, he slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down his body, he thought about last night - how amazing it felt to be connected to Phoenix once again, both physically and emotionally.

After drying off, he got dressed and returned to the bedroom. Standing by the side of the bed, he admired his sleeping beauty for a moment before gently placing

a soft kiss on her forehead. "Wake up, my love," he whispered, his deep voice rumbling against her skin.

Slowly, Phoenix began to stir awake. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Lucas's gaze. A warm smile spread across her face as she remembered everything that had transpired between them last night.

"Good morning," she mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer to him. "That was... intense."

"The best kind of intense," he replied, chuckling softly. "How about we make some breakfast together?"

Together, they got out of bed and started preparing breakfast. As they cook