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CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

She sobbed, one hand grabbing her own tit and sucking the stiff nipple into her mouth to keep her from saying words she couldn't take back. She badly wanted to tell him how she loved him, but she wouldn't do that. Knowing Roland, he'd called off the wedding in a heartbeat. He circles her free nipples with his thumb, pinching the bud. "I wish you could read my thoughts on how I feel about you, Brianna. I love how you take every inch of me like you can't get enough." She cried around her nipple, already close to the edge. Her cunt pulsed around his cock. "Fuck...... me ......faster, I'm close." She begged.

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

Chapter 5 Is ishq ke kya kehne Isne kitno ko abad kiya Aur kitno ko barbad Par is kambakkht ishq Ne to Humara aisa haal Kia ki Dil hi nahi zinda Raha kisi se Ishq Karne ke liye ~Ankita Ghosh (what should I say about love? It destroyed do many people and even made so many people but thus stupid love break me like that my heart isn't alive anymore to love someone)

"When you truly love someone, age doesn't matter. Whether it is a difference of two years or thirty years. LOVE IS LOVE…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ### Author's note: I hope you all have enjoyed the story. You can read my other stories on Goodnovel. Thanks for giving me a look at my story. My other works are as under: Forced Marriage with CEO The Mafia Emperor's Addiction The contingent Love Loved By The Mafia King Love Contract The Mysterious Bride of The Billionaire You can follow me on I*******M Wings_of_love77 Don't forget to comment and rate the story here.