Love me, baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

MORGANA FOSTERRyan moaned into the kiss as my hands felt his cock under his pants. Hard as a rock. He groaned as my fingers skillfully worked along its length. And I don't understand why he still keeps his clothes on, and I murmur without realizing."Why are you still wearing this?" I asked, returning another kiss to his neck.He laughed as he lifted my body as easily as a bunch of grapes and walked down the hallway. Taking me to the bedroom and throwing me on the bed, undressing himself. The cold sapphires he has in his eyes now shining in a sea of burning lust, staring at me. I'm sure I'm looking back with the same intensity.Damn defined abs. Cursed muscular arm. My mouth waters, and I'm literally drooling over that body. His clothes fall to the ground in a quick and urgent rustle. I licked my lips, moistening them as his clothes dropped, giving him my most mischievous smile.I swallowed hard several times, feeling my body waver as I became wet with excitement. As he approaches, hi

MORGANA FOSTERI woke up tangled in Ryan's lap. His eyes were fixed on my face. How could he look so handsome in the morning? I whispered “good morning” to him and smiled casually, trying not to seem melted by him. His response of calling me “Mrs. Burke” sends a chill down my spine and I feel as if I can't breathe for a while. Our night together was so good, everything I ever wanted and just the way I wanted it. He devoured me in bed, on the little sofa, in the bathroom, in bed again and almost made the three years of waiting worth it.I took a deep breath and watched him walk away to the bathroom. I sat on the bed feeling each of his touches again. My skin had been craving it for so long. My whole body responded so well to it.I'm completely fucked! I have to keep my mind clear, everything has to go well so that I can get him to give me a divorce. I repeat to myself.But my gaze wanders to him again, as he comes out of the gleaming bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. I can't

MORGANA FOSTERWhen the movie was over, and all the popcorn with it, I carried my things into the kitchen, leaving them on the worktop absent-mindedly. I return to the living room and check my cell phone: it's just after 6:09 p.m. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. That afternoon with Elliot was so peaceful and perfect. But I start organizing the things in my small bag even though I don't want to leave.As I turn, I bump into his chest, feeling every muscle contract from the impact.“Are you leaving already?” Elliot's voice rings in my ears.We're so close again that butterflies dance in my stomach, making it churn a little. Elliot awakened things in me that I couldn't deny feeling at any time.I wanted to fly into him at that very moment. I swallowed several times as I stared at him, stunned, with no real answer to give him. “So... I mean, yes. I mean, I have to go over some content.” I reply, looking away from his handsome face.“What content? Are you studying for a po

ELENA KYLEI lay in my room when the phone buzzed, receiving some messages from Ryan. He's concerned about my health and our son's, and that's good, but after this last, humiliating, month, I've decided I won't beg for his love anymore. He's showing interest and attention to our child, and that's enough for me now.I can't help but smile at the messages, though. I don't need him in my life, just in our children's. I have my career and all the financial support I need. I always have. My only regret was spending my last five years in this relationship that led to nothing.Well... Not exactly nothing, right? We're going to have a child, and that would keep us connected forever.I got up to take a shower and grab something to eat. I'm famished, and James has been like a guard for me for the past two weeks; it's been nice having him here because he's been taking care of me. At least having someone to talk to is good. The doctor recommended rest for the next few weeks, so I'm staying home, b

MORGANA FOSTERI try not to look like the most pathetic person in the world as I stare at him standing in front of me like a Roman god. Automatically, I feel my body tense up and swallow hard, admiring how well time has treated him. He looks like a more mature and serious man. He smells of coffee, menthol, and fresh orange. His gaze is firm and seductive, much sharper now. Mature and a little more captivating. Meanwhile, I must seem like the same simple and inexperienced girl he met in eighth grade, wearing jeans and band t-shirts."So, Morgana, how are you?" he says, running his hand through his hair and gazing into my eyes with the same charming smile of our youth."I'm fine," I reply, feeling myself burn under his gaze, "And how about you? I haven't seen you in so long.""Yeah, four years!" he remarks with a tinge of sadness in his voice, and I feel my chest tighten. "Quite a long time, isn't it? What have you been up to?"I nod and swallow a lump in my throat. I always knew I had h