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Before, Nancy had worked day and night for him, to the point where she broke down from exhaustion, but Jethro insisted that they were like family, nothing more. "Valerie, you are my one and only," he had said. "Don't you know my heart after all these years?" It was true. Seven years of love wasn't something to dismiss lightly. Dane once asked why I only insisted on a wedding with Jethro, instead of a marriage certificate. I held back my tears and confessed, "I'm dying. A marriage certificate won't change that. I don't want him to grieve forever. I want him to move on and be happy."

He whispered soft affirmations, caressed every inch of her, drank in her shyness and surrender, letting the passion flow naturally, beautifully, like a sacred dance. Saraya’s moans and whispered affirmations mingled with his low, husky murmurs. Every touch, every kiss, was an act of claiming and cherishing, marking her not just with his bite but with his devotion. Finally, when the intensity ebbed, they collapsed together, bodies entwined, foreheads pressed, breaths slowly returning to normal. Raf’s lips lingered on her temple in a soft, possessive kiss. “Nothing and no one will ever touch what is mine,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You are mine, Honey Bee, in every way.”

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, as they lost themselves in each other. He thrust into her with a desperate hunger, his need for her consuming him completely. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was pure bliss. With every thrust, every moan, every pant for breath, their connection grew stronger. It was more than just physical; it was emotional, a deep and profound love that transcended everything else.

But he asked again, “Are you going to be naughty for me alone?” “Are you demanding exclusivity?” I asked. It was a sore topic I didn't want to talk about. After all, I had been exclusive to Uncle Kieran and I got nothing in return. “What do you say to a lifetime of good sex with me?” His deep voice reverberated, goosebumps on my skin. “You will be the only one I have in bed, every night, giving you the pleasure you deserve…” Not only the vibrations but the way his gaze held mine, as if he was pledging loyalty caused me to water in my pussy again.

There were no secrets between them, no barriers, only trust and love and a shared commitment to each other. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the soft whispers of their voices, the gentle rustle of sheets, the rhythmic cadence of their bodies moving together. Time seemed to stand still, the world falling away as they lost themselves in each other, in the connection that was theirs alone. It was a dance of love, a symphony of pleasure, a moment of pure and unadulterated intimacy. They were two bodies, two souls, becoming one. A connection forged in the heat of desire, tempered by trust, and sealed with a love that would last a lifetime.

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.

He certainly isn’t fucking me like I’m fragil. I enjoy the feel of Valen pounding into me, filling me, and sedating my need that only he can satisfy. My fingers run through his hair and then down his neck as pull him to me so our lips can come together as Valen’s tongue entangle with mine. We devour one another as if we will never have our fill of each other. I’m so happy Valen only wants me as his mate. It fills my heart with love that I’m the only one he needs. We love one another and it’s nice not to have to face the world alone anymore.

With this physique, this man wears everything beautifully. "Questions?" "Ah no, sir." As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed my backpack and opened the door and ran out of the room. Leaning against the elevator she gasped. Standing close to this person is dangerously like being attracted by some mysterious force that cannot be stopped. "Ding" The elevator door opened, a group of people entered, most of them were boys, two were women and they were talking. I didn't dare look at them, just stared at the floor. Suddenly I smelled a very strange scent that was leaking but I could tell.

and besides Xander also most probably are great 'friends' i might act like I know what to achieve and have amazing parents but sometimes I just want to tell someone what I feel and they can understand me for once in my life! for some reason everyone I fucking love just leaves me, I just fucking don't know anymore. I just wish that someone understands me and that I'm not alone, even if it seems like I am. I know there is someone, it's just maybe I never met them. could Mattheo be like that... or maybe Xander...