Romance Of Husband And Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To know his touch To be his, even to stay with him one night. I never fought it. I couldn’t. The room was beggared of gagging gasps and of grasping hands. My gown dropped off my shoulders and I lay exposed to his hand. Then he slowed his motions down… He darkened, his hand clenched, he understood. He froze. Elara...! his voice was hoarse, with disbelief in it. You, so you have never...” It gave me a blush of shame. I nodded, and this time I said, yes, you’re my husband. You are all I want.

I suddenly decided to go through YouTube and check out the info about the previous casts. It sounds pretty fun and interesting for those who really went there to act as married couples. In my case, I have an agenda for being here, and I do not have the time to be lovey-dovey with someone. In fact, Leo is not my husband—the word itself feels heavy on my tongue. I am on this show as a single person trying to find out my enemies' weak points. I never had serious relationships. The longest one only lasted for three days, and I broke up with him because I didn’t like the way he ate.

He straightened, raised his hand solemnly, and swore: “On the name of the Romano family, I swear—Grace Miller is the woman I chased for a year before she agreed to be mine. I will cherish her sincerely and never do anything to hurt her.” Then he added, half-joking but deadly sincere: “If I ever break this vow— may I spend the rest of my life never finding you again.”

He raised a brow at her eager expression, "No wife, I don't know so please enlighten this uneducated husband of yours." "In ancient times men and woman married first then fell in love and loved each other," she answered him matter of factly. Yuan Rui stifled his laugh. On her face, pure innocence was written in bold letters. He gave her a serious expression and said, "Okay, we can be husband and wife but only after you tell me what my wife's name is." She rolled her eyes at him and sighed, "Wife's name is Zhi Rou, Liu Zhi Rou."

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

SEBASTIAN "I married you because it was arranged. Don’t mistake that for affection. Keep your distance, or you’ll only hurt yourself." The numbers on the document blurred for the third time in ten minutes. I stared at the spreadsheet glowing on my monitor without actually seeing a single figure on it. Every row, every percentage, every projection dissolved the second another memory cut through my head. "You think being my wife makes you special? It doesn’t. Any woman could stand where you are standing. So stop looking at me like I’m supposed to feel something."

She was waiting for her husband to make love to her again on the couch. They wrestled hotly on the couch, JC holding his wife in his position stuck in the valley of love that was wet because Anna Marie wanted him. "Satisfy me, darling!" JC sighed passionately his eyes widening as he absorbed the pleasures of his wife's feminine muscle grip. Anna Marie's body thumped up and down rubbing against her husband's mighty cane. She kept on stomping until she finally brought JC to the peak of his pleasure. They hugged each other to relieve their ragged breaths and the beating hearts in their chests.

He seemed to be enjoying this little show as he leaned in on me the moment I hit the wall with nowhere to run to. "You don't know how to act as my mate?" he asked and then lifted his finger and caressed my lips "What do husband and wife do, Hazel?" I felt spell bounded. More than that, I wanted him to just take my lips already. Is it the concoction? Why do I want him so badly. I bit my lips before replying, "Husband and wife make love;we are not in love." He groaned, "Hazel, we don't have to be."

Giggling, they were amused by the flying hair and the grimaces of the adults, and shortly afterwards they rushed back into the surging crowd. The next day the sun was already high in the sky when Roman woke up. Bright light fell through the half-open doors into the interior of his alcove. Alea lay snuggled up against him. Carefully, without waking her, he sat up and looked at her. Filled with tender love, he gently brushed a strand from her face and smiled softly. "My wonderful little wife," he whispered, thinking of the previous night. Inspired by the dance, they withdrew to their common room and indulged in the intoxication of love. Roman was crazy about his wife and he praised every momen