The Chosen Wife Of The Billionaire
he murmured in a hoarse voice, each bite and kiss from him rekindling the strength lost in our passionate exchange.
Eventually, we fell flat onto the bed, his warmth leaving me as I shifted to rub his arms.
Sweat glistened on our bodies, unnoticed in the aftermath of our fervent connection.
I hugged him tightly. He returned my embrace, both of us panting, as if drawing strength from one another.
"Happy birthday, my wife. Merry Christmas," he whispered, kissing my forehead and holding me close.
"Hmmm, happy birthday too," I replied, burying my face in his chest.
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