Husband Of Mine Lana Del Rey Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To know his touch To be his, even to stay with him one night. I never fought it. I couldn’t. The room was beggared of gagging gasps and of grasping hands. My gown dropped off my shoulders and I lay exposed to his hand. Then he slowed his motions down… He darkened, his hand clenched, he understood. He froze. Elara...! his voice was hoarse, with disbelief in it. You, so you have never...” It gave me a blush of shame. I nodded, and this time I said, yes, you’re my husband. You are all I want.

Just the frantic, exhilarating collision of our breathing. It was slow and deliberate, a silent language we were only just beginning to speak. He pulled back just an inch, his gaze searching mine, hesitation flickering in his dark eyes before he murmured, 'Are you sure, Lana?' I traced the line of his cheek, meeting his stare with a certainty I hadn't possessed a moment before. 'I am,' I whispered, my voice barely carrying in the stillness. 'I have waited long enough for my husband to return home.'

“I need you to tell me who you are.” “Aeliana?” I choke out. Another slap, the sting melding perfectly with the pleasure between my legs. I’m losing it, I need to come, I’m so close. “I’m your wife,” I moan. His fingers dig into my hips and he hums in approval, fucking me harder. “Your mate, your luna, your pretty little slut.”

he exclaimed, his joy infectious. I laughed with him, my heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “Okay, okay! Stop spinning, or the ants will get to the cupcakes before you do!” I said, still giggling as he set me down. He stopped and looked at me, his gaze so full of love it made my breath hitch. “I’m your husband,” he whispered again, as if reassuring himself. “Yes, you are,” I said, smiling softly. “Who else would it be?” His expression deepened into something sacred. “I’m damn happy, doll. Beyond happy. God, thank You for this amazing woman.”

She couldn't afford to go into depression because of another male. “You don't get it do you? I fell for you ages ago, Gemma. Then I found out you were Daniel’s girlfriend. I didn't grace your wedding invitation in the past because of that. I couldn't watch you get married to someone else. When I got the wedding invitation this time. I graced it, I was optimistic that maybe our new life would give us a chance to love each other. When I saw the opportunity to make you mine, I took it. I made you my wife. Why do you keep doubting me every single time? I love you, Gemma. I freaking love you. I'll recite it to you every single time. You own my heart and I can go to the end of the world just to pr

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.

She may look angry but what the version of me in that memory failed to feel was how hurt she was by my words. “My wife, my Luna, and the mother of Nathaniel,” Nathaniel, a beautiful name for our child. “And nothing more?” She asks as she held her breath waiting for the stupid version of me to answer. “What do you want, Lana?” I asked her in a tone that I should have not used. I don’t know what was wrong with me. Why would I hurt the only person I fell in love with? “Nothing,” she replied sadly, “I’ll just take a shower before going to bed,” she added before she leaves me alone in our room.

His lips stayed there a moment longer than necessary. "You still have not seen anything yet," he said, voice low and rough from the late hour. His free hand slid to my waist, fingers spreading wide over the curve there. "Walk down that aisle. Say the words. Become my wife. Then you will see real happiness. The kind that does not end when the sun comes up." I smiled against his skin. "I can not wait to be a Hammond."

he jerks his hand from me. I giggle, “Is she pretty?” “Very. She smells nice too.” Max’s words are slurred. A nurse walks in, “We are trying to get him to drink something, but all he says is that he wants his wife.” I laugh. And take the drink from the nurse. “Max,” I say gently. “Max, I need you to take a drink for me.” “I want my wife. She waiting for me.” Max says as his head drops down. I push him back so he doesn’t hurt his neck, “Where is she?”

The rain was getting down hard, the lightning was heard so loud. "I love you so much, Na," Darel whispered as the tears flowed along with the rain. "If it's a pity why don't you choose me?" I thought, rebelling. ♡♡♡ Continue to walk down the road under the sky which is still faithfully dripping rainwater. It's been scratched my heart enough. I don't want to add any deeper wounds. "Why does it have to be Dinda? Is it so difficult for you to understand my heart?" Wiping your face and then hugging yourself. Gusts of wind felt more and more pierced the skin.