MasukIsabella’s point of viewMorning came gently.For the first time in a long time, I didn’t wake up from fear, I woke up warm. Bruno’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his body pressed against mine and his breathing slow and steady against the back of my neck.After putting the kids to bed last night, we made love several times until we were utterly exhausted.For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to him, enjoying the feel of him close to me. This was real. His presence here was real, not a memory and not a dream. My fingers tightened slightly against the sheet, I turned slowly in his arms, careful not to wake him.His face was still relaxed in sleep, and he looked peaceful. It pulled at something in my chest. It was amazing to see someone who had struggled with insomnia for most of his life sleep so peacefully.My Bruno.I reached up to his face before I could stop myself, brushing my fingers lightly along his jaw, he stirred slightly, his brows pulling together befo
I dropped my lips to the skin of her throat, sucking her neck and kissing it down to the lobe of her ears, I grazed my teeth against the lobe. My cock throbbed hard and I ground it on her.“Don’t think about anyone else, think about me. I’m going to make love to you right now.”I hooked my hands under her knees, pushing them towards her chest gently. I lowered my mouth to her wet pussy and ran my tongue over it, I suckled and teased her with my tongue, lapping at the essence of her wetness. A soft gasp escaped from her lips, then it turned to cries of want. I didn’t stop, I slid a finger deep inside her and began to stroke her.“Bruno.” She begged, her hips thrusting against my finger.I pulled away to get rid of my shorts, wrapping my fist around my cock, I began to stroke it gently then I proceeded to rub my head over her clit making her whimper in pleasure. I slip my head inside her pussy, and growled as I thrust all the way in. I plunge deeper making her cry out in pleasure. Her p
Bruno’s point of viewI shouldn’t have walked in, that was the first thought that rang in my head. I stood outside the bathroom door for a second longer than I should have, my hand was still on the handle like I haven’t fully processed what just happened.Then I stepped away fast, way too fast. I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I paced across the small hallway.“Get it together.” I muttered under my breath, but it didn’t work. My mind wouldn’t shut up, the image kept replaying.I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes briefly, I tried to keep breathing, to clear my head but it was getting difficult. I saw the image again.The scars, they were not ugly to me, not disgusting. But they were reminders, they told a story I already knew. A story that almost destroyed her, it fucking reminds me of my incapacity. My chest tightened painfully, I don’t want her to feel I would see her differently because of the marks, I know the stretch marks are as a result of child birth
Isabella’s point of viewI stood under the shower, letting the warm water run over my body. One thing that makes me prefer this bathroom to the one in my en-suite is because it makes me feel I am in a world of my own, a place where I can decide to shut out everything.It has been two days now and Bruno has been trying to make amends, he spends more time in the kitchen trying to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for me. It almost seemed like he belonged in the kitchen, but that didn’t fit the version of him I have been holding onto.I won’t deny the fact that he has been making good efforts, a consistent daily effort but still, I ignore him and I know that must be getting on his nerves. I can tell with the tension in the air when he sets a plate in front of me and receives nothing in return.After the kiss we shared two days ago, I’ve made sure nothing brings me closer to him. Though at times he tries to get closer, and mostly tries to move around me shirtless as if he wants to seduc
Bruno’s point of view“Careful, you are getting too close.” she murmured, lifting her chin slightly as I took cautious steps towards her, my hands itched to touch her. It’s been a year since I touched her, smelt her or had a taste of her sweet lips. I felt that part of me stir up, creating the awareness of how much I had missed her.“I know.” I replied, not stopping.She took two steps back as I took a step closer, this continued until there was nowhere left to move, the wall was already behind her, the selfish part of me was glad for this.My hand lifted before I had consciously decided to raise it, moving toward the curve of her jaw slowly, giving her the opportunity to pull away, she didn’t. She just watched me as my fingertips brushed her jaw.“Bruno,” She called out, my name in her mouth made me feel hot all over.“I hear you my love.” I whispered carefully, brushing my fingertips against her cheeks.“This isn’t fair. You can’t come back expecting everything to fall back into pla
Jealous Bruno Isabella’s point of viewI could feel the tension in the air, it was alive and right in the middle of it was Bruno.“Make yourself comfortable.” I said to Dave, gesturing toward the small sitting area. Dave stepped into the area with an easy smile, complete unaware of the storm brewing inside or maybe he sensed it and chose to ignore it. Smart man or very foolish.“Nice place.” He said, looking around. I rolled my eyes, this was the first time I will be inviting him in and it’s for a purpose best known to only me.“Thank you,” I replied, setting the basket on the table. I didn’t rush, every movement I made was slow, intentional and measured, just because I knew he was watching, still watching. I could feel Bruno’s gaze like heat against my skin, it was heavy, possessive and unyielding.“Would you like something to drink? The wine?” I asked Dave, already reaching for the wine.“I wouldn’t say no.” He replied, smiling.I stood up to grab two glasses, not three. That part
Bruno’s point of viewI sat at the edge of the bed and stared at her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She stayed curled in on the bed, folded herself like the foetus of a baby. I hated that position and I hated the fact that I recognized it, I wish I could know whatever was going on in her head. A
Bruno’s point of viewShe goes still beneath me, I felt her body relax, that was how I knew she was gone. Sleep took a total hold of her, it dragged her under and her breathing evens out too fast. Her body slacks with exhaustion. I pull back and moved to the edge of the bed, my elbows braced on my
Isabella’s point of viewIt’s been four days, almost a week since I saw him, my husband. He was avoiding me, he hasn’t showed up in our room since he took my virginity, maybe me being a virgin scared him away. I am not a virgin anymore, but him avoiding me makes me feel I have some sort of disease
Miguel was the first person I saw when I stepped into the dining room, he stood near the table arranging food into a tray. The sight of him alone made my breath hitch, he was the only familiar face in this unfamiliar world and the one reason I agreed to being part of all this was because of her.Mi







