Surrendered To Love: The Wife He Claims Novels & Stories

Then her legs came around his waist and locked there, her heels digging into his back. “You love this cock, don’t you?” he said, knowing exactly how she would answer. His voice was calm. Confident. “I fucking love it,” she moaned. “You’re so big... You feel incredible... Keep giving it to me.” You couldn’t breathe right. Her voice hit you harder than anything else. It wasn’t just lust. It was surrender. You were hearing your wife say things to another man that she had never said to you. You could feel your cock swelling even more as your mind screamed at you to either walk away or watch it all.

His hands were trembling, just like that night in the alley. “The first time I married you,” he began, his voice rough with everything he was holding back, “I hurt you. I broke your trust. I did every terrible thing a man can do to a woman who loved him, and I called it love, and it wasn’t. It was fear, and control, and I will spend the rest of my life ashamed of who I was.” He swallowed hard. “You had every right to leave me in the dark and never look back. You had every right to hate me. And instead…” his voice cracked “…instead you stood in a courtroom and spoke for me. You gave me a second chance I had no right to ask for.”

He's my master, my husband, but at this moment, I'm unsure if any of that still holds true. How did I get here? Sean and I were doing well, despite our fair share of issues. I love being his submissive. Then, he introduced Steve, a friend, into our lives. Steve is truly amazing, but the problem is he fell in love with me, and unknowingly, I fell for him too. Yesterday marked the breaking point, where everything came together and fell apart at the same time.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Her pulse quickened. The message preview contained only three words. "I miss you." Below it was a red heart emoji. Patricia stared. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Another message appeared. "When will you tell your wife the truth?" The room suddenly felt colder. Much colder. Outside, thunder rumbled across the Nakuru sky. And for the first time in her marriage, Patricia Sewe felt something crack deep inside her heart. Something that would never be repaired.

He said sincerely by shedding tears for cursing his own stupidity, yes he used to admit that Kevin was a very handsome man but he wasted the man's efforts if Kevin gave up then he would never feel this happy. "Shh, don't say that because I won't give up on getting you, whatever I will do" He said as he hugged his wife tightly and he said "Sleep I will take care of you sweetheart" He nodded then closed his eyes while tightening his grip on the clothes his husband was wearing and now a happy day has enveloped the girl's life, making her remember this happy moment. In her heart, the girl is very grateful for having Mate like her husband who does not know the word surrender and now it is proven

"My Sweet Surrender" Between the pages was our story, never-ending. The night was young as I was hugging my dear wife, kissing the creamy skin on her neck. She moaned in delight and the angels sang from heaven above. God, those moans will be the death of me. "Y-you knew, before...that I was promised to you. Did you want to marry me back then?" "Yes, but I lost you..." I thought I did. "You didn't need to win me back because you never lost me. I only doubted you because, I thought you're greedy enough to marry for money, and..." Her small voice said. I made her face me and looked for her eyes. Those ocean eyes...

But my screams were muffled as he captured my lips with his own. Realizing that resisting him was futile, I stood there without any reaction, simply waiting for him to finish. When he noticed my cold demeanor, he stopped kissing me and locked eyes with mine. "Didn't we have an agreement? Didn't I tell you to break up with him?" he questioned. "I truly want to make you my wife. Why do you insist on making me resort to illegitimate means to win you over?” I raised an eyebrow and interrupted firmly, "I didn't promise you anything. I said I would think about it. And since you're asking now, I'll give you my decision. I'm not going to—”

“You’ve been playing at politics while pretending love for me.” I leaned back, the chair creaking under my weight, and allowed the truth to roll off my tongue. “Power does not wait for love. And if love blinds you, you are already lost. I will not be.” His chest heaved, the simmering heat of betrayal spreading. “I trusted you,” he spat. “Everything I am… you are trying to take.” I shook my head slowly, almost with pity. “No, my dear husband. I am not taking. I am claiming what must be claimed. You… are just… a hurdle.”

Then that hand came up to my jaw and held my face and he sat me back, lifting his head to meet my eyes again. “And you give me permission?” he asked. “You don’t need my permission for anything, because I’m submitted. I’m surrendered. I am yours to do with as you will. Because I trust you,” I breathed, praying desperately that the man who loved me was still in there, behind those terrifying, glinting eyes. “Look at me, Cazz. Look at me.” I sat back as far as I could with my hands bound—let him see my naked body, my tied hands, my weakness compared to his strength. “You are my King,” I murmured. “You are my husband and my mate, and you’re safe with me. I’m surrendered, Cazz. And you are King.