Romans & histoires The Art Of Taming His Husband

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

"And Laura's lying right next to them, too! It's so thrilling! Calvin's always had a thing for taking risks." "I bet Dorothy's riding the edge in that doll. Her physical body's probably trembling in the apartment she leased." "Look at Laura's stupid face! She probably thinks Calvin's just horny and jerking off. LOL!" "All credit goes to Deedee's acting—innocent sweetheart by day and sexy silicone doll by night. She's playing Laura for a fool!" "Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado."

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

I opened my eyes and turned around, my hectic heart slowing down seeing the warm smile on his face. "Amore?" I don't know if it was me who was going crazy or it was his intention. His voice sounded so quiet yet so alluring that it sent shivers down my spine. "I'm so sorry, Amore. Aiden was being a pain in the a*s, he wouldn't let me in my own home." His tone hinted he was annoyed, this means it's you who's going insane Arielle Summers Arnold. Knock it off! "It's alright," I said as I turned back and tried to continue my work, a very failed attempt to distract myself from gaping at the ridiculously gorgeous man, who was my husband because now he was right in front of the mirror and dangerousl

Quinn laughed, “As usual... hectic. Let’s come to the point. How did this happen?” “Well.” Dr. Valentine sat on the opposite chair and explained, “I took her to an art exhibition, and there we encountered her senior artist. He said something about her husband, and she passed out.” Dr. Quinn frowned and asked in a frenzy, “What did you say? Are you sure?” “Yes. In fact, he has mistaken me as her husband.” Dr. Quinn snapped his finger and said excitedly, “Her husband is the trigger. We need to contact him.” There was a triumphant smile on his face.

Smiling in a somewhat shy way, Dominik says to me, "I'm sorry Tory, I don't think I can control myself right now." Smiling reassuringly at him, I take his face in my hands, saying, "I don't want you to control yourself." Those words coming from my lips are enough to drive my husband crazy, who takes me in his arms, and with quick steps heads to the suite's bedroom, making me laugh. Yes, he is quite impatient...

Earlier, Jayden had stopped at the moment I needed him to continue the most, and now my body seemed to beg for some relief. Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around the bed, messing up the sheets. But would that be enough when my body seemed to crave another's touch? For some reason, Jayden's words were engraved in my mind, and I couldn't even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. Soon he was admiring me, and we rolled around on that bed, messing up the sheets, but would that be enough when my body seemed to crave the touch of another? For some reason, Jayden's words are etched in my mind, and I am unable to even enjoy an intimate moment with my husband. He had infiltrated my body a

"I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? " I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, his voice thick with something sinful.

Her own voice trembled with emotion as she spoke of a future filled with laughter and unwavering support. The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, tears, and celebration. Brixlee found herself surrounded by friends and family, their warmth and affection a testament to the love they shared. She danced with Nathan, their bodies moving in harmony as if they had been doing it their whole lives. Their smiles mirrored each other's, their laughter filling the space as they celebrated the beginning of their journey as husband and wife.

He sighed and picked up the painting of a father dancing with his daughter and he gave it to me. "Is this Rian?" "Yes, it was when he married to Alex. I just copied that on one of their wedding picture." "You're good at painting. I wish I also have that talent." I smiled as I glanced at him, then turned to the first painting I saw earlier. "But you were also good is some aspects, like dancing and singing." I ignored him as I started at the piece of art in front of me. It was just a painting but it brought so many emotions inside me. I raised my hand to touch the mother's face in the picture.