Novel & Cerita Precious Hearts Romances Books

Chapter 3 Riley’s POV “Dangerous how?” I asked, my voice coming out husky as I turned my face up to his in the dim firelight. My hand stayed pressed on his chest feeling his heart thump under my palm. My pussy was still soaked from all the touching and teasing earlier, my nipples tight and begging for his mouth.

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

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—Come, I want you to see something. I hold his hand, and he leads me to our bedroom. When he opens the door, I’m surprised: the floor is covered with rose petals, and scented candles are scattered around the room. —Our night couldn’t end with just dinner, don’t you think? I nod, unable to contain a smile. He closes the door and approaches, kissing my neck and slowly removing my clothes while I help him undress. At that moment, I feel wrapped in an intense love, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

His fingers pulled out of me much to my complaint. Our eyes locked and all I could see was a desperate hunger in his eyes. He pulled down my dress exposing my breasts. He attacked one after the other sending me into a world of fucking ecstasy. His tongue squirmed on one nipple as he used his hand to play with the other. He laid kisses further down my body, sucking and biting me all over. I knew for a fact when we were done, my body would be filled with hickies but that didn’t matter now. He licked down my stomach, stopping at the hem of my panties. I was silently grateful I wore my lace red panties instead of some ugly polka dot one.

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Love often finds us in the most unexpected ways. In this heartfelt collection of emotional stories, women from different walks of life discover deep connections and meaningful relationships that change them forever. Best friends reunite and realize their true feelings. Colleagues move past rivalry to find understanding. A bride rethinks her future when new emotions surface. Family bonds evolve in surprising directions. From quiet cabins and busy offices to creative spaces and personal journeys, these tales explore themes of self-discovery, courage, age-gap friendships, personal growth, and the joy of finding someone who truly understands your heart. Filled with tenderness, emotional depth

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

Nobody asked because they normally do this when some customers request privacy. Inwardly scolding herself, Eliza felt hypocritical. Who is she kidding, she likes Matan’s kisses. They make her feel special unlike her previous blackguard of a boyfriend. Matan’s kisses make her long for something more. Miron doesn’t even know how to kiss. His kisses felt sloppy and icky and they didn’t make Eliza long for more. Remembering this, Eliza was afraid that if she let the kisses continue to something more, what might Matan think of her then? He might think her a loose woman and might break their engagement. She couldn’t let that happen. She must remain as chaste as possible if she could still be calle