Novel & Cerita Adore His Blind Wife

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

Killian nudged her chin up with his thumb, forcing her to open her dazed, dark eyes and look at him. He pressed his hard length relentlessly against her hip once more, his voice dropping to a low, tormented growl that echoed in the quiet room. "Why does my bride feel like a stranger..." Killian whispered, his dark eyes burning into hers, "...but you feel like my home?"

Louis nearly choked on his own saliva, coughing as he turned onto his side, his handsome face now tinged red. "I... I was worried you might be nervous." Adora didn’t respond to that. She just said, "Turn off the light." "Alright." The switch was on her side. Louis had no choice but to climb over, reaching across her body to get to it. Their bodies touched. He was above, she below. The moment the light went out, darkness swallowed the room. Adora shut her eyes and whispered in her heart, “Don’t think about anything. Trust him. He’s Louis. He’s your husband...”

I can detect his nervousness from here and his desire to surprise me. "Okay, but I warn you that sometimes things don't go as planned." Aaaah, inside, I want to scream with joy. I am a happy woman who just wants to enjoy all the wonderful things her husband is giving her. After I put on the blindfold, Adal keeps driving. I'm nervous, lots of things are going through my head, and I don't know which one of them will come true.

“There’s something about your wife. Something you need to see.” He froze, eyebrows drawing together. “What… what do you mean?” “I can’t explain over the phone,” she said. “Turn on the TV. The story is on. You’ll understand.” Adrien’s jaw tightened. He hung up, silent for a moment, then reached for the remote. I moved closer, my pulse picking up. “What is it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t answer. The television clicked on, the channel switching, and then the headline hit the screen: “Vale Wife Seen Dancing Loosely in Club with Men.”

Adams not caring about the dirt on her body or ruining the luxurious sofa. Since he values his things more than her, she might as well stain it since he loved it more dearly. Otherwise, how could she express her gratitude for Mrs. Adams hospitality of welcoming her with a basin of cold and dirty water? "Since you are able to notice the stained floor, you should have been able to tell your wife's blindness. I guess there is something wrong with her eyes. Otherwise, how could she feign ignorance of me standing at the door? The earlier, the better."

Adele half yells, “you should focus on getting better and leave me to take care of my stuff. Stop meddling in my affairs or you will not like what I will do to you” I gently squat in front of her, suppressing a painful groan. I place my finger underneath her jaw and raise her head to meet my gaze. “Listen and listen to me very good, dear wife” I whisper into her ear, “you are my wife and even if you love Bastian with all your heart, you are mine, bound to me by blood and marriage. Since you love a criminal, I am going to become one for you and you know what I mean” “Let me go, Cahir” her voice is surprisingly calm and collected, “you should also forget about me, we have nothing with each oth

Shiv's eyes were glazed over and his breath was visibly unstable. "Baby Rathore, Can I taste you more. Dinner was bitter. Water was bitter. Mint Toffee was also bitter", Adrija spoke sadly and then suddenly She smiled evilly, "That's right, why am I asking you? Since this is my dream, of course, I am the master. You are my husband and i have right to touch you, to taste you right?" After saying this, Adrija slipped one hand into his clothes. Her hand was on his stomach.

Sean was staying at the villa tonight, and I helped him take a bath, attentively providing him with a spa treatment. The bathtub faced a floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass was one-way mirrored, allowing him to enjoy the view outside while bathing. "How many years have you been in this line of work?" "I can't remember, maybe two to five years?" "That's good. While you're still in good shape, you can find a good man to marry in the future." "With a man like you, Mr. Lawson, I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to be interested in anyone else."

From what she knew, their family speaks through codes and hidden meanings. Treating their situation like a puzzle or strategic game makes her head feel like it's about to burst. Even after all the preparation, she finds herself at a loss for words and remains an observant outsider to a family that she is technically still a part of, even with the lack of a wedding ring on her finger. “My son has his ways of getting on my nerves, doesn't he?” Adele was looking straight through her eyes. “I’m sure as his wife; you would know a thing or two about his… patience, or the lack thereof. Something he definitely got from his father.”