Romans & histoires Love On Hold Chapter 1

Messy, sleepy, endless love. END OF CHAPTER 107

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

As I stepped out of the courthouse, Christopher called after me. His voice trembled, almost desperate. "Willow! Let me be the one to win your heart this time. Please?" I didn't answer. Instead, I picked up my pace, leaving him behind. After lunch, I returned to my hotel to pack. Then, I checked the time and rushed to the station. Leo and I were on the same train. He wasn't one for many words but was thoughtful. He helped me lift my suitcase onto the overhead rack before returning to his seat.

Jonathan's sentimental promises had come too late, and I no longer needed them. He tried to grab my hand but ended up grabbing thin air instead. "Please, Tess, give me another chance." The company's car slowly rolled to a stop before me. I brushed past Jonathan and headed into the car. The moment the door closed behind me, I heard his anguished sob cut through the crisp, autumn air. But I didn't so much as give him a backward glance. … A week later, I came across a video online. I clicked on it to find that it was footage of Jonathan and Charlotte.

I reached out and, as before, slowly closed the lid. Then I held up the ring already on my finger. “Benedict, we’re not children anymore. We… were part of a distant, distant past. “I’m getting married.” His face crumpled like a spoiled puppy suddenly abandoned, still wearing that hopeful, pitiful smile, as if begging for a final scrap of love. I pushed open the door and stepped out, only to find Theodore standing right outside. He had been eavesdropping. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s hard not to be nervous in front of a love rival.”

"Sweetheart, let go so I can bandage you. It won't hurt as much once it's wrapped up." When I didn't respond, she tried to pry my hand open, but even a little force made me bleed. So she gave up and called out to my father. "Captain Lewis, the boy's holding something in his right hand and won't let go. I think it might be evidence about the kidnapper, or something important from his family. Do you want to take a look?" My father's expression sharpened as if he'd suddenly realized something and started toward me. At that moment, Ezel strode in wearing a white suit, surrounded by a cordon of special ops officers. He threw himself into my father's arms, trembling like he was the real victim.

The words lodged in my throat, refusing to come out because I refused to accept that the man I held this morning, the one that had finally pledged his love to me, was dead. It has to be a mistake. I scampered from the floor, rushing to the gate, and I banged my hand on it hard. “Let me out! I need to see my mate.” I yelled for whosoever could care. My hands gripped the iron bar, and I shook it with a vigor that surprised me. “Let me out of here; I need to see him.” Tears blurred my vision as I remembered the scent of oak and musk I had come to love; all I could now perceive was death. The electricity between us was practically non-existent, and the warmth we once shared had disappeared.

I could feel my pussy clenching emptily, wetness pooling, as his hand went higher, but remaining on my thigh, just caressing it. The moment stretched as he rubbed my leg in slow, possessive strokes, my foot still trapped against his hard dick. I wanted to climb over the table, straddle him, sink down onto that cock and ride him until he screamed my name. His eyes burned into mine, confusion from earlier melting into raw hunger. Then his phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with Trina's name. 'Missed call last night, everything okay? Call me.' The text shattered the moment. Dian's hand stilled on my thigh, his expression shifting back to confusion as he reached for the device.

This is that moment. The chapter opens in quiet clarity. The sun is low in the sky, casting long, golden light across familiar spaces. A gentle breeze moves through the rooms we have inhabited together, carrying with it the sense of time, the weight of memory, and the subtle promise of all that remains possible. Nothing needs to be declared. Nothing needs to be proven. Love simply exists here, fully, confidently, and gracefully.

"I know." "I mean it." "I know." She rests her head on my shoulder. "I love you too." We stand there, holding each other. The city hums outside. The trial is coming. The truth is finally free. And every lie I told was already expected. But the love — the love was a surprise. End of Chapter 115