“Thank you, Sam,” Marius said as we were on our way back, his voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and something deeper that made my heart skip a beat.Not knowing exactly what he was thanking me for, I felt a blush spread across my cheeks. My mind immediately jumped to the most recent, intimate moments we had shared, and the thought alone made me feel warm all over. The lingering sensations of our time together were still fresh in my mind, and his gratitude seemed to amplify those feelings.“F-For what? For that---” I began, my voice trailing off as my thoughts raced. I wanted to clarify but also felt a strange shyness creeping in, my words faltering as I tried to find the right way to ask if he meant what I thought he did.I felt my heart swell with emotion, and I realized that this thank you went far beyond our physical encounter. It was about the closeness, the trust, and the moments that made up the intricate tapestry of our relationship."For coming with me, Sam," he said, his
Lena's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she caught sight of the two people happily dining in an ordinary fast-food restaurant. The warm glow of the restaurant's lights bathed them in a soft, inviting hue, contrasting with Lena's sudden tension."Sam?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the bustling noise of the eatery. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the paper bag she held, its contents a mix of her recent purchases and unresolved emotions.How could they be happy together, she wondered, her gaze flickering between Sam and Marius. It had been a year since Sam had walked away from Marius—or so Lena had thought. Yet, here they were, sharing smiles and laughter as if nothing had ever torn them apart.The scene played out before her like a poignant tableau, each detail etching itself into Lena's memory. The clinking of cutlery, the soft hum of conversation, and the fleeting expressions on Sam and Marius' faces all merged into a bittersweet symphony of what-ifs and migh
"So, come clean now. What happened? Weren't you supposed to go shopping for the baby? Where are all your purchases? Why is there not even a pair of socks or a toy for MJ?" That evening, after Marius had left, I had already finished showering when Calum posed that curious question to me. I was in my room at the time, having fun with MJ, wishing he would fall napping shortly so Calum and I could have some time to talk while he was still awake. I let out a deep sigh, the importance of the circumstances occupying heavily on my shoulders. Memories flooded my mind, coloring my cheeks with a telltale blush as I recalled what had transpired. It was a moment of realization, comprehending that my response to Calum's probing question was perhaps more revealing than I had intended. "I had a feeling," he remarked, a playful smile dancing in his eyes. I countered with a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. "You should already be well-versed in this, shouldn't you?" I quipped, shooting him
“FUCK!” Lena screamed, her voice thick with vengeful desire and pent-up frustration.The pleasure this man was giving her was incredible, every movement of his tongue sending electric shocks through her body. They hadn't even reached the main event yet, but the intensity was already overwhelming.“Yes, keep eating me out! Devour me! Fuck, you're amazing!” she screamed again, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room, a mix of anger and lust fueling her words.Her apartment, once a sanctuary of solitude, had transformed into a den of revenge-fueled encounters ever since she brought Marius there. Each corner of the room held memories of her conquests, a testament to her burning need to reclaim her power and forget her pain.Before, she was content with just having Celso, her childhood friend, who was her regular lover. Despite knowing that he had many girlfriends, she still agreed to their liaisons because he was exceptional in bed. His touch had a way of making her feel wanted, even
“Son of a fucking bitch! Why is that fucking you feel so good?” Lena’s stranger lover’s voice with a potent mix of pleasure and aggression reverberated through the entire room. As their bodies entwined in a pria crude dance, the air crackled with raw energy. And so desire and unspoken vengeance is the will of each of their movements.With a fervor that matches the intensity of what they are doing, Lena moans. In addition to that is a symphony of passion and defiance that fills the space. Her senses were heightened, every touch and thrust igniting a fire within her that blazed with the need for retribution.This stranger sex-god is now the symbol of her vengeance. Her longing and anger’s embodiment. The force that has been pushing her to take what she believes has been taken from her. Through her veins, she could feel the surge of power coursing which has been fueled by the intoxicating mix of pleasure and revenge.A storm of emotion is unleashed in the throes of passion as what t
"Good morning!"The familiar voice of the man who entered the dining room that morning immediately made my heart beat faster. A mix of tenderness and unresolved longing was what that voice gave to me. The one that held so many memories. "Marius!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with both astonishment and a hint of yearning as my eyes fixed on the handsome figure approaching. His presence was commanding, his aura radiating a blend of confidence and charm that had always pulled me in. He leaned down, his lips grazing softly against my cheek, sending a shudder down my spine."Good thing I'm not late. I made it in time for your breakfast," he answered, his voice warm and friendly. I could hear the underlying tenderness in his tone, a whisper of what once was. Through the room, I caught sight of Lana directing the maid to set another plate for Marius, her usual efficiency masking any surprise she might have felt at his unexpected arrival."You didn't go to work?" I asked, incapable of
The next morning, Lena woke up delinquent than usual. Fortunately, she had no work commitments, so the late start wasn’t an issue.Her eyes fluttered open to a messy living room, the aftermath of the previous night’s passion evident in the disarray.As expected, clothes were strewn across the floor, mingling with the delicate lace of her underwear that the man had so fervently removed. The memory of his touch sent a delicious shiver coursing through her body, the echoes of their passionate encounter still lingering on her skin.Lena couldn’t help but smile, a slow, sensual curve of her lips as she recalled the raw intensity of their night together. Every detail replayed in her mind, each kiss, each caress, a tantalizing reminder of the fire they had ignited.She stretched lazily; the pleasure of the memory intertwined with the warmth of the morning sun sifting through the curtains. For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in the sensations, the delicious ache of desire rekindled
As I looked intently at the ring in my hand, I took a deep breath, it’s a refined band and shimmering gem showing memories that felt both far and achingly close. The view from last year repeats showing in my mind with stunning clarity. It was Marius down on one knee. His eyes were full of love and hope as he asked me to marry him. His words had been tender, filled with promises of a future together. I recalled how my heart had soared. How I had felt like the luckiest woman in the world at that moment.But that dream had deteriorated. Crushed by the sudden and unwanted intrusion of truths I wasn’t prepared to face. Each revelation had fragmented away at my confidence. My insecurities simmered to the surface like venom. I couldn't help but compare myself to another woman who had once held Marius’s heart.Lana, my sister-in-law, was the woman Marius had loved first. The knowledge of his feelings for her back then fed my jealousy and self-doubt. How could I compete with someone who had su