Amor Después Del Matrimonio Novels & Stories

It was already ten in the evening, yet Marco still could not fall asleep. It had been months since he married Amarah, but until now, he still has not felt any desire to claim her. He did not know why, but every time he attempted to do so, it felt like what he saw was Sandra. He did not want his wife to think that he doubted her, but no matter how hard he tried with himself, it seemed like he truly missed his former wife. Everything about her. The Amarah he was with now differed significantly from the Amarah he once loved. Even her attitude was far from the Amarah he knew before they remarried.

How was she going to face them after all that had happened? All this clouded her mind, and she couldn’t even bring herself to utter a word on the way home. “Lily… Lily,” Mark said, breaking Lily's reverie. “Uh… ah,” she turned to him, locking eyes with him. That instant, the image of him on top of her appeared in the back of her mind, her jerking off his hard, huge dick while he showered kisses on her neck. Would she ever be able to look at Mark the same again? The sexual tension she felt around him previously was nothing compared to what she felt now.

From the moment he found out about the pregnancy he’s been treating me like a fabergé egg. He touches me as if I might shatter into a thousand pieces if he applies more than a featherweight of pressure. The sex, if you can even call it that, has been tender, slow, and emotionally fulfilling, I suppose. It’s sweet. It’s loving. It’s boring as hell.

with her hands pulling wildly at my hair making my c*ck painfully hard had i just myself in my boxer, With her back arched of the bed I added two fingers into the mix without letting up on her clit, I licked, sucked and flicked my tongue, making her moan louder than before, holding her down on the bed I kept my assault on her clit sending her higher, higher until the fire that he build inside of her explode. Watching the aftershock still affected her as she moaned softly on the bed. he didn't last a second before he lost the battle himself. A few seconds later, he could hear that she had fallen asleep. Her breathing had returned to normal. I threw the sheets over her. Went down to the kitche

I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt. I immediately turned off the screen, not wanting to listen to whatever was left for them to say. The room seemed to spin, and my fingers began to tremble as I staggered back, my vision blurring from the sting of unshed tears. The words still linger in my mind. A bet? My marriage — my entire life– turns out to be just a sick game to Martin. A cruel game.

"Marriage is something serious! This is not a game like ours." "I've known you for six years, Angel! Six damn years! I know you better than Harvey!" Sean screamed as his hand punched the wall next to me. "And I know marriage is not a game. You promised to love your husband forever, but the fact is you betrayed your God. You love me!"

He looked more rattled by how calm I was than if I'd screamed in his face. "You played me!" he roared, hand clamping down harder. My wrist felt like it might crack under the pressure. "You think a piece of paper changes anything? You're mine. Always have been!" "I used to be," I said, slow and clear, like I wanted every syllable to land. "But the second you let someone else into your bed, I stopped being yours." His breathing turned wild. Chest heaving like he couldn't get enough air. "That was different!" he shot back, desperation leaking through. "Maria... that was a mistake! And I had no idea what my mother was doing!"

:) — S Y P N O S I S — "You're mine," His possessive words slowly pushed into my head causing me to shiver uncontrollably as his breath skimmed through the base of my neck. "I'll kill him." My heart stopped. Adriana Carter's life is a whirl wind as it continues to surprise her as time moves on. As the strong, beautiful werewolf is given away in marriage due to a huge family crisis, she can't help but make lemonade with the lemons life gave to her by falling in love with the supposed husband who is not her mate. Suddenly, an extremely handsome abomination awakens in the supernatural world, putting her life apart again.

“I may sound cringe, but I’m asking for your hand and this time, no more pretending. Not forced but I’m asking you willingly. I love you and the family we are starting to build. I want our son to grow up knowing that he truly loves you and I want to prove that to you now. ” He approached and handed me the bouquet of flowers. Then he knelt down in front of me and pulled out a box and opened it, spitting out the glowing and round thing. “I love you and will love you even more in the future. Cami Roux Balmaceda-Silverio, will you be with me for the rest of your life? Will you marry me again? ” Hot water caressed my cheeks. The pity I feel at these times is indescribable.

"Please love her a little more." I could not hold back my sobs. In the past ten years, I had failed my parents the most. Christopher, perhaps feeling a pang of guilt, thought it over for a long time before sending me a voice message. His deep voice came through, commanding as always. "Phoebe, I forgive you. I’ve decided to consider giving our marriage another chance." It was like he had shot another bullet straight into my already shattered heart. That condescending tone, who did he think he was doing a favor for?