Novel & Cerita Rhythm Of Love Book

I wish I knew how, how to not feel blue I wish I was you and you were me That way I wouldn’t have a need to be with you Please give me the cure for loving you. “She’s in love with you.” Jameson says and I look at him like the stupid boy he is. How did he get to that conclusion from reading Ryo’s poem? He’s told me some very stupid thing in his life but I think this is the stupidest. What in the hell is he smoking?

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

he announced, his voice enveloping the church, symbolizing the birth of a new chapter in our lives. And as we shared our first kiss as husband and wife, time stood still. Passion and tenderness intertwined, sealing our love in a warmth that transcended the physical realm. The cheers and applause from our loved ones erupted, accompanied by the sweet sound of music, a melody tailored to the jubilant rhythm of our hearts.

he said, the words simple and devastating, as I began to move. The rhythm was different. Softer. Deeper. Each rise and fall was a confirmation, a physical echo of the promises we’d just whispered. I rocked against him, taking him in to the hilt, my inner muscles clenching around him in slow, purposeful pulses. His eyes never left mine, and in them, I saw everything; the man, the beast, the fear, the trust, the overwhelming, terrifying love.

He entered slowly, inch by inch, feeling every part of me open for him. "Okay?" he asked, his voice rough. "Perfect. Don't stop." He began to move. A slow, deep rhythm that seemed to dictate the very beat of our hearts. His hand caressed my belly as he loved me, and the girls kicked as if they too were feeling it. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you too. More than anything." The rhythm quickened but never lost its depth. Each movement was a declaration, each moan a promise. I felt another orgasm approaching, stronger than the first, and surrendered completely.

Laura reveled in the warmth of his semen spilling inside her, now also dripping down between her legs, his hips still pumping her as he came. Finally, his load spent, he leaned over her, his body shaking. “My beautiful wife, you do things to me…” he said, trying to catch his breath, “It’s like I just want to grab you and rip your clothes off every time I see you. I want to be inside you all the time.” “I know,” she said. “Every time I look at you, I want to put my hands down your pants. I ache to feel you inside me. I need to be close to you all the time.”

Victor reached for me again. "Come with me, Zoe. Believe in me. As long as I'm alive, I'll protect you—all of you." It was as if I had touched a deadly virus. My ability lashed out at him. Victor's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively released my wrist. I took the chance to step back two paces. "Zoe, have you completely lost your mind? He's a zombie. Do you really expect a zombie to love you for real?"

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

She played it extremely dexterously that I was astonished at the fluidity then she began to sing a song she formed too that was an ally as the harmonious melody paved its way to my core. She ended the song superbly and by then, the mood of the room had drifted from what it was before. The desires I had been suppressing for sometime now had reached it's peak. I loved her. I don't recall how it all happened but in less than a minute, our lips, tongues and heartbeats were interwined. I explored as much as my tongue could and she did the same with the same intensity. Her breath was hot, rapid and they intensified more as each second passed and I had goosebumps all over as her hands ruffled my ha

The love was the movement. And it flowed. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not spoken. It breathed. Every day. In every rise. In every presence. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the flow. And it moved. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm.