Sweet Wife In My Arms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Can I give you a hug?” I am in her arms before I can even form a reply. I return the hug without hesitating, wrapping my hand around her waist. The hug is warm and inviting and kind and I can’t help but sink into her. She smells wonderful, sweet like the sweetest desserts, and warm and kind, almost in a motherly way. She holds me even tighter, her hands patting my hair softly. “Oh my sweet girl, you have been through so much…” she trails off.

"Let's go back to bed then since you don't want to eat.' He pulled me into his embrace, and he circled his hand around my waist, causing me to inhale his sweet smell that is like flowers, those scents of pure honey poured Into a coffee to make it, taste nice. He pulled me from the floor into his strong arms and placed me gently on the bed. Then it dawned on me, the bed if we are on the bed, what will we be doing? No, it's a bad idea, I will not stay in bed. I try to get off the bed but his strong arm stops me. "I just want to have you in my arms." He pulled me closer and moved his hand to my waist. "I like it when I have you close." He ran his hand on my shoulder and with one swipe, he turne

Reaching across the dark expanse of the sheets, he looped a heavy, muscular arm securely around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. He tucked his chin right into the crook of her neck and shoulder, locking their bodies together from their chests all the way down to their tangled feet. Wrapped in his heat and breathing in the scent of vanilla and sage, it took no time at all for Sarah to drift off, feeling more peaceful in his arms than she ever had before.

I could never miss your love Warm as a Miami day I could never get enough Wetter than an ocean wave Now one is the key Two is the door Three is the path that will lead us to four Five is the time You kidnap my mind Into ecstasy He let her go softly and bit her lower lip in passion. He moans. Her body was all warm, it was indeed december but she was feeling like july. She was breathing heavily and so was he. He smirked. “If you dare to screw the other man you know the consequences,” he said in a deep huskier voice.

He wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my neck, taking in a deep breath, causing me to laugh at his weird behavior. "Why are you smelling me, you weirdo?" I laugh, looking at him as he takes in another deep breath before pulling his head away from my neck. "I like the way you smell." He gives me a smile, looking at me the way he always does now. I let out another chuckle, laying my head on his shoulder, relaxing in his arms. "Well, what do I smell like?" "You have this sweetness to you, that's almost similar to the sweetness of wild berries." I feel his chest rise, taking in another deep breath, smelling me again.

to see her smile. Oh, how could a sweet and bitter bliss be this painful? Ysabelle blanked out and became pliant under his arms. She didn’t struggle nor protest. She even accepted him wholeheartedly and replied to his kisses with equal affection. After a minute, he noticed her struggling to breathe. He didn’t stop their kiss though; instead, he angled her head to the side so that she could open her mouth to give him more access. When she whimpered, he smiled, feeling pleased with the marvelous tune in his ears.

Primrose instinctively closed her eyes, experiencing the warmth and sweetness on her lips. "Why so obedient? Sweetie, you're truly adorable." Joel embraced Primrose, allowing her to rest her head against his chest. His body warmth enveloped her, making her feel incredibly secure. Soft laughter echoed, causing Joel's chest to vibrate gently. Primrose remained in his embrace, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

With each breath, I felt a wave of sensations wash over me as if I was transported to a world of desire and intrigue. The aroma enveloped my senses, creating a symphony of notes that danced delicately on my skin, and I could feel the strength of his arms under the skin of my upper back. "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be carried by his strong arms." Amaris let out a slutty sigh, and that was when the charm lifted. Sleepiness vanished instantly in my senses, and I became aware of my surroundings. Wait, holy fuck. Did I just immerse myself in this motherfucker's perfume?

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

"Your kisses are so sweet. I've been dreaming of you since the night I held you in my arms when Jacob made love to you, Christie. I haven't had a serious girl crush in weeks. And then I meet you..." Christie shivered like a dew droplet preparing to fall into oblivion, but Sophie's arm was sure as she slid it under her hair, moving closer to press her lips to Christie's, still shielding them from prying eyes with Christie's hat. The sweet and intoxicating exchange washed over Christie in waves of hot need and cold terror. She didn't know what to think or what she should do. Only that what she was doing felt totally right and that Sophie tasted sweet as candy... But...