Husband Wants Novels & Stories

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “

“First, he was trying to stop the marriage and now there won't be any honeymoon.” “Charles, enough!” “No. This is about you, your dreams. You want to wake up to see roses on the bed with candles lit up in the room. You want a man to confess his love to you every morning, you want gifts from the man you love. If he's going to treat you like you're nothing then I'm going to stop the wedding.” “You're not doing anything stupid right? This is about me, not you. I didn't complain.” “If you don't, I see it in your eyes. I'm going to talk to dad.” Charles was about to leave the room but she spoke, making him stop halfway.

“My wife is the sexiest woman in the goddamn world, and I’m not an asshole for wanting to screw her. It doesn’t matter how pissed off you make me, I’m gonna want you as much as I did last night. So take off those goddamn clothes and bend over.” “You’re still demanding me to do something...” “You married me so I could protect you, preserve your hotel, and chase away the bad guys. I’ve upheld my end of the bargain...now it’s time to uphold yours.” “That’s so romantic…” He raised his brow. “You don’t think a husband wanting his wife is romantic? A man who wants one woman so much that it drives him fucking crazy? A man who will be faithful even when he doesn’t have to because there’s only one wo

I giggle, resuming to bubbly lovey-dovey mood. "What's next? What does my wife want?" He implores. "Anything my husband wants." I giggle back. "A three-day getaway from this steam as we think things through? Just you and I." He mumbles. Huh? A what? That was nowhere on my list of his wants right now. He wants a getaway in the middle of all this chaos? "I know it sounds crazy but, we need this. You shouldn't be dealing with so much in your condition. So aside from ourselves, let's do it for the baby." He insists.

“But I don’t know how to be a mother.” He breathes out, getting up from his chair and walking to me. My heart skipped as he held my hand. “I can’t promise you love and affection, Rachel, but I promise to make up for what you’ve lost with your past marriage. I will try my best to be the best husband you could wish for. I will burn the world for you; all you need to do is ask, and it shall be done… and Aria? She’s not as tough as you think; she just needs some time to warm up.”

"Honey, let's get back together. I realized you're the one I love. Nancy seduced me, and I made a mistake. I'm really sorry." He kicked Tom. "Apologize to your mom now!" "Mom, I was wrong," Tom muttered, clearly unwilling. "You and Dad should get back together. I'm okay with it." The entitlement in his voice was almost laughable. But I didn't get angry. I frowned slightly, then let out a long sigh. "Getting back together? Maybe. But how do I know you actually mean it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "How about this? If you really love me, prove it. Take out an insurance policy. Put me down as the beneficiary."

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

So he wouldn't… "Yes, I'll go pick her up," my husband said as he stood. I stared at him, wanting to ask if he realized I was right here with him. How could he go pick up another woman while I was sitting beside him? When he rose, I quickly grabbed his hand, but his cold gaze made me withdraw in embarrassment. Still, I couldn’t stay silent. “You’re leaving to pick up some girl? What about me...? It’s our wedding anniversary today, and I don’t understand why you’d want to leave for her.”

He seemed to be enjoying this little show as he leaned in on me the moment I hit the wall with nowhere to run to. "You don't know how to act as my mate?" he asked and then lifted his finger and caressed my lips "What do husband and wife do, Hazel?" I felt spell bounded. More than that, I wanted him to just take my lips already. Is it the concoction? Why do I want him so badly. I bit my lips before replying, "Husband and wife make love;we are not in love." He groaned, "Hazel, we don't have to be."

Combing my fingers gently through his hair, I repeat softly, “I know.” He presses his lips to the inside of one breast, needing only to turn his head slightly to kiss the other. “I don’t want you to taste so damn good, to feel so damned good.” Raising my legs, I wrap them around him as securely as I can, considering all the inconvenient petticoats I wear. Perhaps I should apply his rule regarding gloves to my undergarments… never to be worn in the residence. I scrape my fingers through his hair, bring my hands around until I am cupping his face between my palms, tilting his head up so I can hold his gaze. “I know precisely what you don’t want. What do you want, my husband ?”