Vino El Amor Capitulo 85 Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said and was looking at her. "Same one? How will I know?" She thought. She tried to regain the smell of the wine and Alex saw her puzzling eyes. "Give me a glass of Merlot wine," then he left the kitchen. Elisa reduced the gas flames and this made her spend more seconds in the kitchen. When she got to the sitting room, she saw Loveth. Her glimpse of her was fearful. She looked at Elisa as she went close to the wine bar. Immediately as she opened one of the glass doors of the bar, Loveth wanted to say something, she shook her body and stamped her right foot on the floor. As soon as Elisa's hands came in contact with the wine, and she shouted at her.

“I can’t let him go. But you must know, the person I truly love is you. Come back with me.” I scoffed. “Can’t let him go? So you used your ex as an excuse to betray me. Tell me, what right do you have to ask for forgiveness?” She persisted. “That night I was drunk—it was an accident. Michael and I are not together. “From the moment you disappeared, I realized I already loved you. Give me another chance, Noah. Let’s start over.” Madeline coughed. “Such a self-righteous, spoiled woman. I really thought you cared for him deeply.”

I hissed. "You're red! Eloíse Espinoza are you in love with this guy?" Olivia asked me. "What?!" She said just pretending to be offended. But I knew very well how to change the course of the conversation, she loved to tell news. "And you huh? João told me about you and Matheus..." I said, she threw herself on the bed whimpering. "He finished!" She said. "Hi?! But you guys just... You know." I said stunned.

Gritting her teeth together, Elena spoke in a broken face, tears streaming down from her eyes, " Just leave me alone like you did always, Vincent!! Why bother?? Just go the fuck away!" Vincent couldn't bear the tears in her eyes anymore. He lifted her up by her waist suddenly and kissed her lips aggressively. Elena let out a startled groan but she eventually gave up by kissing him back. A long reunion of lover had finally melted by a hungry kiss.

Javier smiled again. “Oh, mi amor, I’ve missed you.” He grabbed me in his arms and hugged me so tight I worried he might break something. Then we started kissing again, both of us overcome with passion. I pulled down his pants and started sucking him through the slit in his boxers, riding my hands up his butt under the fabric to squeeze his globes like melons. He grasped my head and pushed me down on his dick, all the way to the root, then let me up. Down and up again, at an ever-increasing pace. “Ay, Dios mío!” he cried as he shot down my throat.

I led Vincent to Elijah’s office and locked the door behind us. "What were you trying to do?" I asked, pushing him slightly against the table as I moved closer. "I was testing him, babe—to see if Elijah was still hung up on her," Vincent smirked, pulling me into his arms before pressing a kiss to my lips. I felt my anger flare. "And what if that slut had actually sat on your lap?" Emma had always taken what was mine. First Elijah. And I wouldn’t let her take Vincent from me, too. Vincent chuckled, cupping my face. "I love you, sweetheart. I’m not Elijah—I wouldn’t choose garbage over you. You are eternal beauty, and no one can compare to you, my love." His lips trailed down my neck.

It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief. I reached out to examine the bottle—Château Margaux. Even I knew, this was expensive. “This must have cost a fortune,” I murmured, taking another sip. He shrugged. “Not really,” then took a gulp from his glass. “Can I have more?” I asked a few minutes later. The first glass had dulled the sharp edges of my grief, and I wanted more of that numbness. He poured us both another glass. “To new memories,” he said, beaming.

Nico holding her hand, thumb stroking her wrist. When Matteo came, he stayed deep. Whispered, “I love you,” against her lips. Luca took his place. Fucked her steady. Groaned when he spilled. “Love you. Fuck, I love you.” Nico last. Gentle. Deep. Kissed her through his release. “Love you. Always.” They held her after. Wrapped around her. Quiet. Outside, the sun dipped low. Night was coming. Vittorio was coming. But Elena felt different.

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

* grinning, she took the bouquet from him *no, just because I love you* Genzo followed her into the kitchen where she placed the roses in a vase *so why are you slamming the door like that?* Keyla leaned against the closet and gave him a questioning look *you don't want to know* he replied and sat down *if I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked* shaking her head, she sat down across from him