His Sweetheart Strides Back Novels & Stories

Ethan clears his throat violently. I turn red enough to self-combust. We step outside for air. He stands close to me. Too close. The city lights glow behind us. He looks at me. Really looks. “I don’t want to go back to pretending,” he says. “Me neither,” I whisper. He steps closer. Slow. Purposeful. His hand lifts. Touches my cheek. Soft. Warm. Possessive. “Then stop running,” he murmurs. “I— I wasn’t—”

Just in case. Sarah’s attention shifted past me, back to Rhea, and her expression softened a little. “We should go back,” she said gently. Rhea nodded, but there was still tension in the way she held herself as she walked past me and headed toward the estate. She didn’t even look back. That left me standing there alone, my fingers slowly brushing over my lips as they curved into a faint, almost pathetic smile. Just as I turned to head back inside, after all, I was still a guest and the event wasn’t over, I barely took a step before I caught sight of a small, familiar figure approaching, and my eyes widened in recognition.

Aiden was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase. He looked up. His hands stilled on his cufflinks. “Fuck,” he breathed out, low and rough. “That works.” His eyes stripped me naked. It wasn't romantic. It was possessive. Like he was admiring a new Ferrari. I descended the last few steps, meeting his gaze with ice in my veins. He closed the distance between us, leaning in until his breath brushed my ear. “Just to keep things interesting,” he whispered, his voice smooth as velvet, “and to make sure you remember who holds the leash…”

I had missed him so much. I moaned, running my fingers into his hair and wrapping my legs around him, offering him more of me. His fingers incited a new wave of pleasure and I grinded into it, seeking thorough satisfaction. When he slipped out, I got on top of him. He grinned mischievously, "What are you doing?" "Lie back and enjoy," I told him with a smile holding his shoulder to support my weight. "You've gotten more daring by the day. How do I ever fall out of love with you, my sweetheart?"

He wouldn't want to be seen going into her quarter in order not to get tongues wagging . He whistles as he took another strides round the quarter again , he needs to talk to his love now the coast was clear . She opens the door quickly after taking a quick peep around . No one was in sight , Drake walks in and she does after him closing the door behind them . She grabs him by his waist , slamming her chest against his hard back “ how I have missed you babe " she whispers softly batting her lashes while caressing his broad chest . she felt a drop of liquid on her hand

Someone tries to pass by him, so he takes a step closer to me. I lift my eyes and smile at the handsome stranger whose strong arms lock around my waist, drawing me against him. We sway together to the music. His movement matches mine, and we move together smoothly. He can dance. I like that. He bows his head, and his lips brush against the shell of my ear as he speaks lowly, and I visibly quiver at the roguish tone of his voice. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Shayla. Yours?” I ask, and I could swear a look of surprise flashes across his handsome face before he grins sexily, and two deep dimples form on his cheeks making me swoon.

He chuckled and leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss beneath my chin. "Relax," he murmured. "Just keep your eyes on me." My heart softened.I turned around, slipping my arms around his neck. "Aren't you the sweetest husband?" A proud smile tugged at his lips."Of course." I laughed and pecked his lips."Now I'm ready." Hand in hand, we walked downstairs. I had barely reached the front door when another voice stopped me. "Oh my gosh!"

Did he just call me sweetheart? Swallowing dryly, I take a step closer to him and look up at him. My heart is beating so fast, I’m scared it might crash out of my chest and jump into his. I look up at him and I nearly drown in his charming brown eyes. He doesn’t bulge, neither does he say anything. It seems he knows what I want to do and he’s patiently waiting for me to do it. Because he’s so tall, I gently lift myself to my toes to try and meet his face. He eases things for me by bending forward and I slowly bring my lips closer to his lips until they touch and once they do, he takes over. A small yelp escapes me when unexpectedly picks me up from the floor and wraps my thighs around his wa

"Sweetheart, I don’t get jealous. I get even." A slow, delicious shiver ran through her. "You want to play?" she whispered. Adrian’s smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart. I always play to win."

But you're so hot that I melted I fell through the cracks Now I'm trying to go back But we are all trapped by the sweetness of her voice and the song itself. So when Travis stands up and offers me his hand, I don't hesitate to take it and slow dance with him. Before the cold is over I'll give my best