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Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

The depth of their commitment was palpable, and as they sealed their promises with a kiss, the entire room erupted in applause and cheers. As husband and wife, Katara and Sean set out to make a difference in the world, using their love story as a powerful tool to inspire and uplift others. They created a foundation to support causes they were passionate about, using their privilege and resources to make a positive impact. Their love story became a bestselling book, touching the hearts of readers all over the world. People wrote to them, sharing how their story had given them hope, taught them to embrace their true selves, and shown them the transformative power of love.

From there, he started pounding his wife with pleasure. "Ohhh…honey, I'm coming…" Ericka murmured. "Cum... honey," he whispered as Ericka's legs clung to his waist, until he felt his wife reach her first orgasms. Ericka hugged her husband tight, after she reached her 1st orgasms. Her heartbeat just went back to normal when Shawn spoke which made her immediately obliged. "Bend down honey," Shawn said in a husky tone, She could feel when Shawn licked her honey oat from behind, that made her aroused again, she could feel her womanhood started to get wet again, and ready for the member of her husband to get inside.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

More so, since I am going to be your wife! 'Stay within your limits!' he said, getting up from the bed and rubbing a hand over his eyes. What had just happened? 'I am in my limits!' Erica protested. 'I am engaged to you. We shall soon be married and coming to you to satisfy my sexual urge is not a crime. It is my right!' 'Then you wait till after the wedding is over!' he said, smoothening his hair back from his face as he moved about agitated. What had he almost done?

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.

"I don't mean I can randomly shove my cock into any Terry, Dee or Harriet's mouth, though. That has to be special too. Same goes for going down on them." She was confused. "But for me, you…" "You are my wife." He responded matter-of-factly and it did nothing to eae her confusion. If anything, she was more confused. "But we both know that we have a contract marriage and when it ends…" She somehow felt reluctant to talk about what would happen once the contract period ended. Why did it sting? "What about that woman? Have you given up on her because she's married?" He looked at her in amusement. What a deadbrain. His beautiful, adorable deadbrain. He wove his hand through her hair and took in h

It was the end of the day on Friday, and she didn't want me to email them as she shared the iPad with her husband. That weekend my wife was sick, so I had a lot of free time to work on a story for her after I put my kids to bed. It all seemed wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Jenny was intoxicating. Her personality, kindness, and looks. She was so attractive and working together we were talkie and more. I felt she would marry the woman if standings and cheated on my wife. The story was easy to write as it was just the fantasy I had between her and me! I wrote the story, re-read it, modified it, and finally was ready to share it. Reading the story myself was so hard as it was exactly what I