Novel & Cerita Eliza Ibarra Sexy

Eliza holds her hand, preventing her from taking refuge behind her from my intricate stare. The shy mate of mine meekly steps out, crossing her hands over her tummy as she walks in front, descending the stairs with Eliza smiling widely behind her. I remain stiffened until my mate comes to stand before me and flashes a quick smile. On an impulse, I pull her in and kiss her. I part our lips, still caught up in her as I stare down at her. Running my tongue slowly over my lower lip, “Fuck, babe…you look so edible in this. What the hell did you pull this out from?”

Zita asked curiously. Rebecca replied in a nod. "Your grace, would you be glad to share the journey your love with me? I promise to listen without judgement." Zita persuaded her, eager to know more. "Probably when I've fully let go of the pain and shame I feel within." Rebecca answered calmly. Zita didn't force herself and hummed. She got bitten by an insect-a little ant-and slapped it off her leg. She looked at her mistress and her eyes widened. "Your grace!" She exclaimed fearfully.

What was Gabriella even talking about? He smirked and sat beside her. Now he understood what she really meant. Just from her blushing earlier, there was only one explanation. She liked Paolo. But what about Carlo? “You like Paolo, right? Since when?” he asked instead of answering her question. He wasn’t surprised. Almost every girl in the university had a crush on Paolo. Even he once liked him. Paolo’s height, body, and looks made girls run after him. Paolo had it all. Gabriella’s face lit up and she smiled. “Well, Paolo’s famous. He’s even the governor of your department. He’s also known as Batang Rizal of the Year. Who am I to resist his charm?” She pointed at herself. “Who am I?”

“That ‘normal life’ you’re threatening me with? That ended the moment I had Aria in my life. And, I’m willing to bet you’re dying of curiosity about the videos I have of you too.” I noticed her eyes flicker. curious, almost hungry to know how I got them. But she quickly masked it with that practiced sneer. “I don’t care,” she said, voice sharp. “Who hasn’t seen videos of people… doing it? The only thing anyone would have a problem with is seeing someone butcher a body.” Her words were cold, final. “I’m done talking to you, Eliza. Surrender.” “Make me.” A chill ran over her, but she only tilted her head, a smile curling coldly at the edges. “If you wish,” she said.

"Serving your lust in bed. I'm pretty sure you like women like me," Nora whispers before Felix's face. "Nora Sawyer. You're not my type, I don't like bitches who easily throw their bodies at men. Do you recognize my wife? She's Elisabelt Catherine Taylor, a top model who's so beautiful that she's often the target of many wealthy men, and I'm the lucky wealthy man who married her. Elisa is a woman of equal value to me; even my lust can only be satisfied by Elisa. Only Elisa!" said Felix, looking deeply into Nora's eyes, staring at him unblinkingly. "Get rid of your dirty thoughts about me; stop fantasizing wildly," he continued.

How could he go back on that now? His Eliza had been so beautiful. She had ivory skin and auburn hair flowing to her waist that bounced from side to side when she walked. She was petite. He used to sweep her up in his arms and carry her to their quarters with no effort. Her dark eyes were so expressive. They danced with joy when she was happy over something, even if it was something as simple as his return from a business trip. But those eyes could also be as deep, liquid pools of unending darkness when Eliza was sad or angry over something. He could always read Eliza's emotional state by simply gazing into her eyes.

I was looking for Annalise, with all her quirks and fire and infectious laughter. “I appreciate the offer, Anne,” I said, gently pulling away. “But I’m perfectly content with a little… quirkiness in my life.” A slow smile spread across my face, genuine and unwavering. Isabella’s carefully constructed facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise flitting across her eyes. Then, with a toss of her head and a haughty laugh, she sashayed away, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her perfume and the weight of her unspoken challenge.

“ Puaaaaaahhhh ” Isabella spat rinsing her mouth for the third time . She wondered why she threw up in quick successions , her head literally felt heavy . She could not feel her taste buds also . Everything tasted bitter and even her perfume smelt awful . Untying her robe , she slips into a teal green pant trouser and white silk stylish shirt. She tuck in her shirts putting the pants in place . She grabbed her brown six inch block heels and brown bag . She removed her hair bonnet revealing her already styled hair . She already had her make-up done, she only re-applied her favourite red lipstick smacking both lips together to get her perfect look .

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.