Mi Esposa Dormida Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't help to massage her breast, and just like a hungry baby, I drunk all the sweetness her proud breast has to offer. The next day... I gently opened and rubbed my eyes. And my gaze automatically darted to the beautiful woman sleeping beside me. She's silently snoring, tired of what we did last night, a mischievous smile plaster on my face. Ahh... What a fantastic night. Maria never failed to express her love and her amazing knack in bed. She was pleasuring a lonesome man like me. I gently shoved some of the strings of her hair, and I want to stare at her smooth, beautiful, bared face. She's perfect. I gently kiss her cheek and whispered, sweet nothing.

~Maya’s POV~ I walked into the suite opposite mine, and my vision landed on a well-built husband of mine. He appeared so adorable when sleeping as if he had been greatly distressed. He was sleeping on the edge of the bed without a blanket or anything else to cover himself with. I pulled his dangling legs onto the bed and covered him. He was in a deep slumber, so I chose to sleep next to him. I kissed his lips. Fuck! Can I ever remain angry with this man? The sudden picture of that woman kissing the same lips I had just kissed flooded in. I needed to puke. I hurried into his bathroom while silently wishing that he wouldn’t be able to hear me throwing up. After I had finished taking care of my

I went up to my room with the help of my father, while my sister, behind with Miguel in her arms and further behind Ella and Bernardo who, in the midst of their conversations, carry our bags, they are really cute together, they might not even realize it, but there's an atmosphere going on there among them, I hope they see it soon, I want to be godmother at this wedding, We got to my room, I went to bed, while my sister put my son in the little crib next to my bed and he's so baby in his sleep, she tucked him in and tucked him in, although I won't be taking long to get some sleep either, my little one has been switching from night to day, I'm kind of sleepy, so Bernardo and Ella arrived with

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

However, they can understand the Filipino dialect because my husband allowed them to study the language for fear that I would meet another Filipino, whom my husband hated the most. Bler slightly nodded. "Gracias, Señorita." After hearing Bler’s thanks, I turned to face my husband’s henchmen. "Regresaré a Casa La Virginia y me quedaré en el piso 18. Por favor dile eso a mi esposo." I'm returning to Casa La Virginia and will be staying on the 18th floor. Please inform my husband of this. I immediately turned away when they nodded. Before that, I noticed Bler’s suppressed grin before I finally walked away and left him.

A coward wrapped in power, pretending I had control? By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the sky had darkened, the air thick with the promise of rain. I stepped out first, watching as Rico helped Matteo inside, but my mind was elsewhere. On her. My wife. She was already asleep when I entered our bedroom, curled up on her side, her hair spilling across the pillow like silk. The soft rise and fall of her breathing filled the silence. I moved carefully, slipping into bed behind her, pulling her into me.

"Because I'm not sure I can sleep beside you and keep it just practical. Not after Angels Flight. Not after almost losing you." She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Good. Because I'm not sure I can sleep alone anymore. Not after everything." She took my hand. "Come to bed, husband. We'll figure out what it means in the morning." And so we did. Climbed into bed fully clothed, too exhausted for anything except collapsing beside each other. I set alarms on my phone to check on Michael through the night. Marissa's hand found mine under the covers. "Von?"

Hard. In my home office, I dropped into the chair and pulled up the surveillance feed. Marisol slept in the guesthouse, sprawled across the bed in rare stillness. Something twisted in my gut. She lay on her stomach, hair spilled across the pillow, lips parted. For once, the war inside her had gone quiet.

The door swung open. Julian Langford stood in the doorway with red marks on his neck. "Back to see your wife again?" The smirk on his face was unbearable. Rage shot through me. I punched him in the face. The next moment, Wendy Sinclair rushed out of the bedroom. "Zane Lewis, why are you making a scene in the middle of the night?" "And you think it's fine to spend the night in another man's bed?" I scoffed. The first time she ended up in Julian's bed was an accident. But the second time? She was wearing his shirt, and there were still faint marks lingering on her neck.

Her words snapped something inside of me and the only thing I want to do is fuck her into peaceful oblivion. Pushing her onto the bed, I slam into her with one swift move and she immediately grabs onto the white beddings, trying not to lose her mind. Her steady breathing reaches my ear as I slowly push the door open and walk into the cabin. We have arrived in Milan but my beautiful wife has been sleeping since the moment I pulled myself out of her. We have been married for a while now but I do not have the heart to wake her up from her beauty sleep but I can’t wait anymore.