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It was the perfect place for a romantic vacation. As they arrived at the resort, Arabella was amazed by the beauty of the place. Justin had booked a luxurious villa with a private pool and a stunning view of the ocean. The villa was decorated with flowers and candles, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere. Arabella couldn't believe how thoughtful Justin was. They spent the first day exploring the island, walking along the beach, and enjoying the sunshine. As they walked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their hopes for the future. They laughed and joked, enjoying each other's company.

“From the fact that our divorce had been exactly three years and seven months long!” Christina felt herself panic as she glared at him with daggers in her eyes. “Why do you have to force me, Michael?” He gave a cold smile. “I just want to know the truth.” “Fine, I’ll give you the truth! I’m not married.” Hate began to pool within Christina, and if eyes could kill, Michael would definitely be a dead man by now. “Travis was born out of wedlock. My lover died a day before we could register our marriage. He left us behind and went to heaven. This is the truth. Are you happy now?”

But still he so arbitrarily decided to arrange our room in this way, putting up those nasty decorations with a romantic tone, full of hearts and flowers, why? I keep repeating to myself that Dominik knows that I have no feelings for him, that Dominik understands and accepts him as my husband, because before we got married, together we made it clear that we didn't want to have anything to do romantically with each other. But I still remember what happened our first night together, when we were in that hotel suite after we got married, where he kissed me and... He indecently touched my body. If he touched me that way... Does he really understand that we are nothing?

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

Pouting, Paige felt quite displeased inside. Indeed, novels and reality were different. In novels, the big boss loved his little sweetheart to death. He would have all sorts of humble pleas for her not to leave, declaring that he would die without her and that life would be unbearable. It was so romantic. In real life, Chris was a sort of big boss, and she was his little sweetheart, right? However, instead of sweetly begging her not to leave, he constantly threatened and intimidated her, always hinting at widowhood.

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So I decided that I need to have a physical relationship with my husband from today-onwards. That Night I wore new-sexy pink lingerie with a shaved pussy. I seduced my husband and we did that night. Although it was short, I cannot take a risk. Next day at morning, while my husband wasn't wake, I started to give him blowjob and when he started to open his eyes, I kissed him on his lips and I got up and directly soved my hair-less pussy directly into his cock. This time he takes up to 5 mins. I had been doing this for weeks now, and I think because of that, my husband started to love me more. I realize now—it wasn’t that he didn’t love me, he’s simply a workaholic, consumed by his responsibili

Wake up to yourself. Kerrien didn’t know what to say. She stared at him. Perhaps he was telling the truth. He was, after all, a self-confessed womanizer. What he said about her was true. She did have romantic ideas of love and marriage but she also knew rather too much of the difficulties when marriages go wrong. She couldn’t remember her own father but she had memories of long evenings of heart-ache her mother had suffered, trying to bring up a child on her own. She worked at anything she could, to make sure that Kerrien had everything she wanted. She had often been lonely, but never complained. When her health began to fail, Kerrien had become aware of an entirely different sort of sufferi

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

shouted at him, especially when he is on me, how I refuse to get romantic with him and quickly push him out of my body whenever I decided to let him have sex with me. My anger turned to regret because I have used my stubbornness and the intention to control my husband, that I rather destroy him, leading him to do what he would not have done normally. I cried bitterly. I remember a paragraph of one of his writeups that I read, he wrote, 'The worst thing that can happen to your spouse is to make him feel, 'I am married, but I need a sex partner." It became clear to me how lonely my husband must have felt all these years, how he has longed for me, my love, and my romantic relationship even tho