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James lowered his head and gave me a long and gentle kiss. "Yes," he answered. His eyes were filled with love. "Leah, I like you. I've always liked you. But I should've been the one to confess my feelings to you first." I could smell the faint sandalwood scent that only belonged to him. His hug was warm and soothing. "I love you, my dear wife," he said. I closed my eyes and let my tears streamed down my cheeks. "I love you too, James." He lowered his body and pinned me on the big, soft bed.

She still marveled at the fact that she was now a mother. She looked up as Lemuel walked in, fresh from the shower in a pair of grey patterned pajamas. They smiled at each other. “You look like a tempting dinner.” he said. She giggled and he joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I love you Mrs. Lemuel Arnold.” “I love you too.” She responded and he sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. THE END: Guys, please leave an honest review. .It will help the book grow and get more readers and help me as an author. Thanks(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤🙂.

yes. So, it could be said that the start of this relationship wasn't very simple. But he appeared very simple-minded. He was so simple-minded to the extent that his eyes revealed a burning love not long after. Even I couldn't judge its authenticity. Until Wendy Fox appeared.

I could feel his cock aching inside me. “I love you so much,” I breathed. He leaned back, staring into my eyes, his gaze went intense and unreadable. Isaac inhaled sharply and his hand found my neck, choking me slightly. I smiled, knowing I had shattered his control. “So much.” His cock slammed deeper, relentless, each thrust sending heat spiralling through my belly, leaving me gasping. Isaac’s hands dug into my neck, slamming me against the mattress with relentless force. Each thrust drove him deep inside me, stretching me and filling me completely. My breath caught in ragged gasps, chest heaving, as he moved ruthlessly.

I was crying uncontrollably, realizing that I couldn't escape from him, no matter what I did. "It feels so good," he whispered as he stopped kissing me. He didn't even seem tired or out of breath. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a fiery passion burning within him. It was as if he was ready to devour me, and I was the only thing standing in his way. The remaining courage in my entire body suddenly vanished and was replaced by fear, fear of what he can do to me - especially since it seems like he's possessed by a spirit with a twisted soul.

My hands fumble with his body packs, did I mention that he has the best manly body shape I’ve ever seen. "I love you, baby." He whispered audibly enough for me to hear as he looked into my eyes with a heated gaze. He leaned in again and kissed me, he softly squeezed my hip before reaching down again. As he whispered something, a thrilling sensational chill went through my body. He hooked up his hand behind my knee, I instantly knew what he wanted to do "Go slow." My voice was incredibly low. I was breathless, he always got me there.

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Each movement was unhurried, teasing, as he drew closer, letting the anticipation build until it was almost unbearable. When he finally entered me, it wasn’t rushed. It was controlled and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every reaction he elicited from me. “Ace,” a broken moan slipped from my lips as my body trembled beneath him. Damn it—I had never felt anything like this before. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to hold onto. “I love it,” I breathed, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered. Ace pulled his tongue back briefly, his eyes dark with need, then drove forward again with force, making me cry out. “Yes… just like that,” I gasped, my body trembling under him.

Our lips met in a deep, hungry kiss that stole my breath. It wasn’t soft this time. His mouth moved against mine with a passion that made my knees weak. I whimpered softly into the kiss as he tilted his head, deepening it. His tongue teased mine, slow and sensual, coaxing me to respond. I did — shyly at first, then with growing confidence, matching his rhythm. One of his hands squeezed my waist possessively while the other slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair.

"If I tell the truth, I am jealous but sometimes I think, I love my sister very much.Because when I was young and showed others how well their elder sister liked her younger sisters while I was not a pastor, my sister was my only support but I don't know why I never looked into her eyes.She is very beautiful, very beautiful, her eyes, then her height, her figure, everything is perfect. And to be honest, I am nothing in front of her, even his nails are not even equal to his beauty. I just feel sad that I am not beautiful I know and I am not as intelligent as the rest of my siblings.They are older than me, they are beautiful, they are intelligent, they know what to say in front of people, how