Enamorar A Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

What is this woman up to? "You know," she moved closer to me and seductively smiled. "I can make you feel good. Solana is boring and besides, I am your supposed wife. I'm more experienced and better than her—" I harshly pulled my arm back, stopping her. Her lips parted as she stared at me. I shook my arm as if shaking the traces of her touch. Anger flickered in her eyes and I know she's insulted. I devilishly grinned. "I don't need sex, woman. I didn't marry my wife for my physical needs. I married her because I was mesmerized and enchanted the moment I laid my eyes on her…"

I was out of love with her, not a monster. “No, Isa. I don’t love you enough for that.” I smiled, raising her hands to my lips. She gasped, visibly shocked by the gesture. I was as well but I didn’t fight it. She was still my wife after all. I had the right to be affected by her presence. Her nerves calmed drastically, my presence still having an effect on her. I couldn’t lie that hers didn’t draw me in return. I wanted to love her as much as I did before, but I just couldn’t let myself go like that.

My wolf howls in ecstasy as I deepen the kiss, pulling her into me as the crowd disappears from my mind again. She’s mine now. My wife, my mate.

We won’t consummate our relationship here, but we can certainly reveal ourselves, taunt and tease each other … Damnation. I am going to let her enjoy her bath alone. Wooing a woman beside a kitchen is no wooing at all. Not that she requires wooing. She is my wife, but I am well aware that the first time we are together will set the tone for our marriage. I want pleasant, enjoyable, heated evenings with my little mercenary.

Tesot forced himself to conceal a grin of fascination from his face. “And I loved him with equal measure,” She continued. “And I mean love in every sense of the word. For that reason, I cannot withstand any kind of temptation to cheat on him. I can’t do anything that jeopardizes my marriage." Tesot’s heart thrilled at her eloquence. She was speaking with a booming voice, great fluency and panache. He had never known that he had had such a well endowed public speaker in his wife.

Panicking, she stood up in her seat "Goodness, you must not liked it. I'll have someone---" Before she can walk out of the dining room, I pulled her in my arms and dumped her in my lap. Turning her face to minee, I let hee gaze at my truthful eyes. "I loved it, mi esposa." "You did?" Her smile was my undoing. Goodness! Have I told how breathtaking her smile is? "You're not only telling me these to avoid hurting my feelings? I can tell you that I am thick-skinned woman." "I know and I also know how stubborn you are."

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to walk in here like you have any right to be here." Her smile didn't waver. "I have every right to be here. I'm your wife." "No." He shook his head, his jaw tight. "You were my wife. Before you destroyed everything." She laughed—a soft, musical sound that made my skin crawl. "I didn't destroy anything, darling. I created something. Something beautiful. Something powerful. Something you were too weak to see." I felt the rage surging inside me, hot and consuming. "You destroyed our family. You destroyed Dad. You destroyed everything."

And it grew every second and every minute that passed. Until I could not stop myself from smiling like an idiot anymore, which, of course, did not let Navid pass. "You're smiling again like an idiot." My smile would usually falter after that, but that was not happening now. In fact, it only widened, which seemed to irritate my husband. "You're insufferable," he said with disgust while shaking his head. "I am insufferable, but I am also desirable," I replied with pure confidence. I was even batting my eyes as I continued to ask, "Aren't I?"

ELIAS If there was one thing my wife loved, it was a challenge. Just daring her to try and seduce me was enough to spark that fire in her eyes. She would get angry, but the angrier she was, the better the outcome. Maria froze for a moment on my lap, looking stunned, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in sharp pants. Then her eyes glinted with that familiar mix of shyness and excitement. “What?” she whispered, almost breathless.

Looking at Mary walking towards me, with the sun shining on her almond skin, I was absolutely certain that this was true. My heart raced with every step she took, and as she noticed my gaze she offered me a satisfied smile. That smile and the gleam in her eye made me realize the most terrible truth: God help me, I am in love with my wife!