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No One But You
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2026-05-08 22:35:05
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Sweetness of Us
MAXWELL'S POV:I fuck her harder, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat lightly, possessively, tilting her head back so I can bite her neck. My other hand reaches around to rub her clit in tight, rough circles. Every thrust drives deep, my heavy balls slapping against her. I can feel her getting wetter, dripping down my cock and her thighs.“Louder,” I demand, slamming into her. “Let the whole fucking sea hear who owns this cunt.”She screams my name again, the sound echoing off the cliffs. I pound into her relentlessly, the railing creaking under her grip. I pull her hips back harder, changing the angle so I hit that spot inside her with every brutal thrust. Her moans turn into sobs of pleasure, her pussy fluttering around me.I pull out suddenly, spin her around, and lift her onto the wide railing, her back against the stone pillar for support. Then I slam back in, fucking her deep and hard while she wraps her legs around my waist. Her dress is bunched uselessly around her m
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Honeymoon
ATHENA'S POV:The villa sits on the cliffs of Santorini, white walls and blue shutters and a balcony that hangs over the caldera like it is floating. The water below is the color of sapphires, deep and endless, and the sunsets here turn the sky into something you would not believe if you only saw a photograph.Maxwell chose this place. He spent weeks researching, comparing, reading reviews from people whose names we will never know. He wanted somewhere private but that is not that isolated.He found it. He always finds it.Our first night, we eat dinner on the balcony. Grilled fish and olives and bread dipped in oil so green it looks like liquid emeralds. The wine is local, dry and sharp, and Maxwell drinks most of it because I am still nursing a glass from an hour ago."You are not eating," he says."I am watching the sunset.""You can watch the sunset and eat at the same time.""I cannot. The sunset requires my full attention."He laughs and reaches across the table to take my hand.
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Roses at Sunset
ATHENA'S POV: “Fuck, Athena… your mouth feels like heaven,” he rasps, hips twitching but letting me set the pace. I worship him like this for long minutes, alternating between slow, deep sucks and teasing licks along the underside until he’s breathing hard, muscles tense. Eventually he pulls me up gently and flips us so I’m on my back again. He settles between my thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan at the perfect fit. For a while he just stays there, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked. Then he begins to move, long, deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. It’s sweet and intimate, our bodies moving together like they were made for this. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper. He kisses me constantly, whispering how much he loves me, how perfect I feel, how he’s going to spend every night for
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Maxwell Gets His Girl
ATHENA'S POV:The master suite at Ashcroft Manor is warm and quiet, filled with the sweet scent of roses drifting through the open window. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering golden light across the room. Maxwell closes the door with a soft click and leans back against it, those striking blue eyes locked on me with a hunger so deep and tender it makes my knees feel weak.“You’re staring,” I whisper, my voice catching.“I’m admiring my wife,” he replies, the word ‘wife’ rolling off his tongue like a vow.He crosses the room slowly, each step precise, giving me time to feel the weight of this moment. When he reaches me, his fingers hover over the delicate buttons on my dress.“Can I?” he asks, voice low and rough with emotion.I nod, throat too tight for words.Maxwell takes his time, unbuttoning the gown one careful button at a time. With each new inch of skin revealed, he leans in and presses warm, lingering kisses, first to my shoulders, then the delicate line
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Until Forever
CELESTINE'S POV:I am in the front row with my parents.My father is holding my mother's hand. My mother is crying into a handkerchief that she has been clutching since the ceremony started. They look old, suddenly, older than I remember, their hair gray and their faces lined and their hands spotted with age.But they look happy. They look the way parents are supposed to look when they watch their children find love.Maxwell is at the altar. My younger brother. The boy who used to chase me through the fields and pull my hair and steal the last cookie from the jar. He is a man now. He is getting married. He is standing in front of everyone we love and promising to spend the rest of his life with a woman who drives him crazy and makes him better.I am crying. I have been crying since the music started, silent tears that slide down my cheeks and drip onto my dress. Lysander's late mother used handkerchief is in my lap, borrowed from Athena, who said she would not need it because again At
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Bound by Love
CELESTINE'S POV: I have been standing in the hallway for some minutes now. I heard the shouting first. Then the laughter. Then the unmistakable sounds of my brother and my sister in law celebrating in a way that I really did not need to witness. I should walk away. I should come back later. I should pretend that I did not hear anything and let them have their moment. But I am too curious. And too happy. And too eager to see the ring. The door opens. Athena walks out first. Her hair is messy and her lipstick is smeared and she is smiling in a way that I have never seen before. Not the sharp, controlled smile she wears in boardrooms or the cold, distant expression she uses to keep people at arm's length. A real smile. A happy smile. A smile that reaches her eyes. She is holding up her left hand. There is a ring on her finger. Small and simple and perfect. "It took you long enough," I say. She looks at the ring. She looks at me. She shrugs. "He is an idiot." "I know," I say. "B
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