I Love You My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

His touch was reverent now, worshipful, treating me like something precious and fragile even though moments ago he'd been fucking me against a tree with wild abandon. I let out a weak, breathy chuckle, my arms tightening around his neck despite how exhausted my muscles were. My whole body felt like jelly, pleasantly used and thoroughly claimed, marked inside and out as his. "I love you more, husband," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. The word 'husband' still felt new on my tongue, thrilling in its permanence. "Now please... get me down before my legs fall off."

he kissed me on the forehead this time. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too,” I responded. “Don't say too,” he mumbled. “What? Why?“ “Well it sounds like you're agreeing to my love, not loving me on your own will,” I burst out in laughter. “I'm sorry my darling husband, I love you,” I kissed his forehead, gazing at his beautiful Amber eyes, that I am gratefully waking up to each and every day. “I love you more,” he said.

He handed one to me and took a seat opposite mine, crossing his legs with a relaxed sigh. "I brought peppermint," he said, giving me a warm smile. "You looked like you needed something soothing when I saw you earlier." "Thanks, Ben," I murmured, holding the warm mug between my hands without drinking. "How was your day?" "Oh, absolute perfection," Ben beamed, leaning back with a sigh. "I told you I was seeing someone, right? Well, his name is Julian, and dinner was incredible." "Julian," I repeated, forcing a small smile to my face. "Tell me about him."

I slowly thrust inside my mate for the first time in a lifetime and my eyes roll back in pleasure. She feels fucking amazing, so warm and wet, so tight and ready for me. Made for me. Just mine. "My Luna," I let out, devouring her mouth as I get all the way inside of her. I stop there for a second, allowing myself to really take it in. This is how I should be all the time, all the way inside of her, "My real Luna. I fucking love you." "I love you too," she responds with a breathless voice. It takes me aback for a second, "I love you so much, my perfect husband who always has my back. Who always chooses me."

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

The tenderness in his voice was the kind of affection I had always longed for but never received. Beneath our wedding photo, he was messing around with another woman. It was like he was speaking to Nikki, but also muttering to himself, "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Nikki pouted in his arms, whining softly. "Christopher, what are you looking at? You’re ignoring me." Christopher paused for a moment, then flipped his phone face-down. Nikki did not notice, but I saw it clearly. It was our chat history, filled with my shameless messages.

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

he asked, his voice soft with concern. I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to him. "Not at all," I replied, trying to sound convincing. Philip's expression turned skeptical, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he reached out and took my hand. "I love you so much," he said, his eyes filled with adoration. "I love you too," I replied, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this kind and loving man who was my husband.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!