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Benedict gave a quiet "Hmmmm," and lightly slid a finger between her now wet lips, across her clit and back up between her lips again.He then brought his finger up to his nose, and deeply inhaled her scent."Ohhhh, I love how you smell Sabrina." He then stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off. "And I love how you taste even more." Benedict added.Then he went right back to massaging her ass."Nooooo, I want your fingers inside me. You are such a tease!" Protested Sabrina.A moment later Benedict put his hands on each cheek and gave a slight shake. Both cheeks jiggled and swayed. It was so simple and almost silly for Benedict, but it was so sexy to see her ass shake and brought him such child-like joy. He then leaned down and gave each cheek a light kiss. Then he spread them apart, showing off her beautiful starfish. He leaned down again and gave her asshole a soft, but broad lick and then a kiss.This brought an immediate reaction from Sabrina. "Mmmmm I like where th
"How bout I give you just a teaser? Just a sample?" Benedict replied"Nooooo!" Said Sabrina, "I need it all."Benedict smiled and responded with, "How about you get what I give you and you don't complain?" "Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, give me what I deserve." Was all Sabrina could get out before Benedict slid the full length of his cock; from tip to base, against her clit, cause her to draw in a deep breath of pleasure. "Ohhhhhh yes, I need more of that!" She moaned. Then Benedict slid back and began to kiss all around her bald pubic mound. Down the inside of her leg and closer and closer to her hot, wetness, until he finally made first contact. He breathed in her scent deeply and just the feel of his hot breath exhaling on her wet lips made her moan."Ohhhh yes, lick me, suck my clit. Please Daddy, put your mouth all over my cunt!" Sabrina said.Benedict couldn't hold himself and gave a soft, broad lick of her slick lips, savoring her taste. He did this again, but deeper and using a curved
Sabrina cried out, "Ohhhh fuck yes! Fuck me hard Benedict! Fuck my dirty little cunt!"And Benedict did just that. He fucked her hard and fast."You like me fucking you like this don't you?" Benedict asked breathlessly"Oh yes! I love when you fuck me hard! My pussy needs this! I need this! Don't you dare stop!" Sabrina moanedBenedict hooked his leg over hers for more leverage and gripped her harder. He didn't think he could get any deeper, but it felt like he was. Deep and hard he thrusted into her. Both of them panting like they were running a 1000 yard sprint."I can't wait to fill you with my cum and lets make a girl." Benedict breathed into her ear.Benedict reached out and found his hand on Sabrina's breast. Her nipple was hard as a rock. He pinched it firmly. It was enough to send Sabrina over the edge. She was whimpering and crying out. A hand frantically grabbed into Benedict's thigh and dug in deep, and her other one went to cover her mouth, hoping to stifle her cries of ple
Next morning, sun streamed through windows across the house to warm with its bright shine. There, an invitation through newly freshly brewed coffee spread around the fragrance as Sabrina padded silently into the living room while her hand lingered in the spot near her neck where Benedict had kissed it overnight. There stood her little son Saben giggling as Wendy was playing around him on the rug; she was chasing him all over around there pretending to be a lion. The front door opened, and Teresa, Benedict's mother, strode in, carrying a basket of freshly baked pastries. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the scene: Saben laughing, Wendy crawling on all fours, and Sabrina with a blush that seemed a little too deep for a casual morning.“Oh, there’s my little angel!” Teresa exclaimed, placing the basket down and swooping in to kiss Saben on the forehead. “You’re growing so fast, my darling.” Then her eyes flicked toward the hallway, where Benedict emerged, still tugging on his shirt and
"Tomorrow sounds good," Teresa interrupted with a teasing grin. "Or maybe next week. That sound good, Sabrina?", she turned toward Sabrina, who from under the table appeared as if the ground were trying to open up to swallow her in an instant. A nervous little giggle broke out at the sound, and she turned her bright red-red cheeks with a grin "I-uh-I reckon Benedict and I need a little talk first."Leila, Sabrina's mother, laughed, her eyes darting between her daughter and Benedict. "Don't let Teresa scare you, dear. But honestly, Benedict," she said with a tilt of her head, "what are you waiting for? You are clearly still in love with each other."Benedict opened his mouth to say something, but Saben had been ready for him, clapping in just the same way Teresa had. "Yeah, Daddy! Let's have a wedding!" His face alight with pure elation. "Can I wear a suit like you? And can we have cake? Mommy loves cake."Sabrina couldn't help but laugh as she reached over to mess up her son's hair pl
They stood like that for some time, swaying each other in each other's embracing arms. But their peace was broken by the fast, small footsteps."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben exploded into the living room, his face aglow with excitement. "Are we gonna have cake today? Nana Teresa said you're getting married right now!"Sabrina and Benedict pulled themselves apart, laughing. Sabrina dropped to her knees to be at Saben's eye-level, her fingers cradling the small face. "Not today, sweetheart," she said softly. "But soon. Very soon.""How soon?" he asked, furrowing his brow with a seriousness that a child alone could possess.Benedict crouched next to Sabrina, ruffling Saben’s hair. “We’ll make sure you’re the first to know, okay? And yes, there will be lots of cake.”“Chocolate?” Saben asked hopefully.“Chocolate,” Benedict promised with a smile.Feeling satisfied with that, Saben threw his arms around both of them squeezing tight. "I love you, Mommy and Daddy."We love you too, dear," Sabrina re
Sabrina and Benedict had sent this. Photos and newspaper clippings covered the dimly lit room. In her mind, Clara was a whirlwind of anger and mad desire. Her lips curled into a sneer as she regarded the happy family in a tabloid cover photo. The headline read: "Thompson and Auburn Reunited: A New Beginning."Her fingers closed tighter to the edge of the paper; it crumpled up in her hand. "They think they've won," she was saying to herself with a venomous tone of voice. “But I’m not done with them. Not by a long shot.”Clara's obsession had consumed her, festering into something far darker. She started mapping out a new plan that would shatter Benedict and Sabrina's world permanently. "If I can't have my happiness, neither will they," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with malice.Clara's phone buzzed again, the insistent vibration echoing through the silent, shadowy room. She scowled, her patience wearing thin. Reaching out to grab the device, she stared at the screen, her lips curlin
A single shot boomed, hitting her in the shoulder and slamming her down on the floor. Agents surged in, pinioning her hands behind her, removing the detonator and turning the thing off.“Clara Hemp, you’re under arrest for conspiracy, attempted murder, and terrorism,” Agent Morris said, his voice cold.Clara cackled through the pain, her bloodstained teeth bared in a grotesque smile. “You think this is over?” she rasped. “You think you’ve won? They’ll never be happy. NEVER!”Morris knelt beside her, his expression unyielding. “You’ve lost, Clara. It’s over.”The next morning, Benedict and Sabrina sat in their living room, the tension thick in the air as they waited for an update. When Benedict's phone buzzed, he answered immediately.Agent Morris's voice was steady on the other end. "Mr. Thompson, Clara Hemp has been apprehended. She won't be a threat to your family anymore."Benedict let out a long breath, his hand squeezing Sabrina's. "Thank you, Agent Morris. Truly."As he hung up,
Her fingers stroked the material. "Okay," she breathed.The boutique manager came back once more, and Eliana smiled, her voice more even now. "We'll take this one.""Good choice, Miss Thompson." The manager clicked her fingers together, obviously delighted. "We'll have it steamed and wrapped up to deliver this evening, or would you like to take it with you?"He rested against the door of the fitting room, arms crossed, suit perfect, tie razor-sharp—but jaw clenched, eyes contained, tracking her each movement in the mirror."You're staring," she said without raising her gaze."You knew you would."Eliana swung around reluctantly, glancing at him.The way he regarded her—it wasn't admiration. It was possession, and something in his eyes that bordered on restraint."Well?" she breathed. "Too much?"His gaze dropped to the V of the neckline, black, and up to her face."It's perfect," he said softly. "Perilously perfect."A silence. The whir of the boutique died under weight of air between
There was silence. Alexa was always too professional ever to say anything that wasn't absolutely imperative, but Eliana could almost feel the twitch of interest in the static."Oh, of course, ma'am. I'll alert Mr. Wolfe right away."The intercom clicked off.Eliana slowly breathing out through her nose, her fingers running along the top of the desk as if signing the lines of her own doubt.Why does the ring of his name feel like pulling on wire that had twisted hard against her ribcage?Damian Wolfe. Her shadow. Her bodyguard. The man whose lips whispered softly, and whose eyes whispered too loudly, leaving her quivering.It was not right—the way he gazed at her. The way he avoided gazing at her when he should have.As Nathaniel had been comfortable with the old version of her… Damian was comfortable with the woman she wasn't yet. With the one with burning rage, fear, and smoldering lust all twisted up in one.She sat back from her computer screen, attempting to escape in work, but he
She did not scroll to the top of her phone contact list. She did not have to. Damian Wolfe was the first on everyone else's list—just like Nathaniel Carter was. Two names. Two men. One choice she'd never been able to make.Until today.Her thumb was still hovering, her breathing even.One telephone call changed the direction of her life.Before she could get cold feet, she heard footsteps—heavy, slow, familiar.She turned.Damian stood in the doorway to her office.And something about the way he was looking at her—as if she were his shelter and his tempest—stole her breath."Eliana," he said softly. "I'm not going to press you. I swear. I just. I needed to confirm that you were okay.""I am not," Eliana said softly. "But I will be."He bobbed his head. "Good. Because I've watched you shatter and remade myself. I understand how strong you can be once you finally begin not to attempt to flee from yourself."There was something primal in his gaze, something smothered yet deeply well-wrou
Vincent smiled at her. "Does your security detail have a habit of crashing high-level meetings?"Noelle smiled to himself as he put away the tray."Men, take a five."Reluctance was there, but Vincent finally relented. "As you desire, bella."The others flowed out of the room, and he was left alone with her.Eliana stood in front of Damian, arms crossed, but her voice was filled with softness. "You didn't need to defend me like that."He leaned in over her. "I wasn't sticking up for you. I was reminding them who the hell you are.""I know who I am.""Then why are you allowing this world to destroy you just so you won't hurt?" His words cut her like glass."I'm not avoiding—You haven't even cried," Damian breathed, pulling another closer to her. "Not for the disaster Harper created. Not for Nathaniel. Not even for you."She pulled her face away. "If I do, I would not be able to stop."She waited. Then:"I'd defend you if you did."Her eyes were burning. She raised her face, and there
She hauled herself up, carefully brushing her matted hair out of her face, her heart slowed a bit now. More confident. Less frantic.Her gaze returned to the phone.No new messages.And for once, that didn't sting like abandonment.It felt like freedom.She stood, walked barefoot into the kitchen, and poured the forgotten tea down the drain. It had cooled. Like the version of herself who sat around waiting for someone else to pick her.That version had fallen silent now, too.A vibration on the counter startled her.Damian.Just his name. No note. Just a missed call.She gazed at it forever, then she murdered the screen's power. She wasn't ready—not for him, not yet. Perhaps never.She moved to the living room, attracted by the hum of the television behind her. Her brother's form glowed under the blue light, stretched out on the couch with a pillow over his face as if he hadn't intended to sleep but the rest of the world had otherwise."Saben?" she whispered.He groaned. "Mmhmm?""Did
The door closed gently, but to Eliana it was a gunshot.Her spine against the wood, she was frozen, her breathing barely more than a stillness. Her voice was still stuck in her throat, her heart bruising under the words she had said to Nathaniel-the words she had only recently realized for herself. "What have I done?" Eliana whispered into the silence, her voice faltering slightly.The Thompson estates did hulk over her in oppressive silence. The sort that did not forgive-it judged.Stumbling, she fell to the couch with her knees buckling under her. Her hand brushed against the thick cushion next to her, which Nathaniel would lean against for drawing her into himself and whisper, "You feel like home.""Then why do I feel so far from it now?" she whispered.Her phone flashed when she answered it. No messages. No missed calls. No apologies. No begging. No promises. Just her. Alone. With the wreckage of something she couldn't fix.She stared at Damian's name burning on her screen. Her t
Eliana resolved to speak with Nathaniel.Nathaniel's presidential suite door was too intimate. It repelled her.She’d memorized the weight of her hand knocking on it. The scent of his cedarwood cologne that always lingered in the hallway. The way her heart used to leap—used to believe—that she belonged here.But now, everything felt quieter.Not empty. Just. still.He opened the door after two knocks, like he’d been waiting. Like he knew.“Eliana.” His voice cracked the silence like thunder rolling in slow motion. “You’re here.”She nodded, catching her breath.He hadn't slept. Rumpled shirt, rolled-up sleeves. Hair ever so slightly too messy. Eyes ever so slightly too shattered.As if he'd been injured by her very indecision."May I enter?" she asked, knowing the response in advance. Nathaniel stepped aside. "You don't need permission."She entered as if it would be her last time ever pushing the door open.He stood there with arms crossed over chest, shoulder blade against the wall
The sun filtered a reluctant angle over Eliana's headboard blinds, tinting the floor in pale golden stripes as if someone was trying to make amends for a bitter, long-fought battle. She was lying on her side, the crescent moon charm still amazing her palm, her fingers clenched around it as if it might prevent her heart from breaking into fragments.But there was reality—that her heart was already broken. In more than one place.Tap. Light. Soothing."Enter," she breathed, already suspecting who it was.Sabrina entered, loose linen thrown over her, bearing a tray full of hot tea. She put it down on the floor without a word at all, eyes drinking in the broken pieces of her daughter's mind.Eliana sat up, legs tucked under her, hair wet from last night's rain. "May I ask you something?" she asked."Always," Sabrina replied, sitting on the bed, facing her."How did you know?" Eliana's voice broke. "How did you know Dad was the one? Was it easy?"Sabrina's eyes softened. "No. God, no. It w
The storm was over, but the earthy scent of the rain remained. Fragile mist curled from the window panes of Eliana's room; now the sun had to struggle to break free from the clouds, while everything around looked bathed in soft golden light. The world looked washed clean—fresh, mysterious, like a blank page with wet ink smeared at the edges.Eliana sat on the edge of her bed, the silver crescent pendant sitting quietly in her palm. She smoothed its curve with her thumb repeatedly, as though it would somehow open up a hidden answer to her if she pressed hard enough.The sketch Saben left lay beside her, and she’d stared at it until the ink seemed to blur and reshape itself. Damian on one side. Nathaniel on the other. And her—right in the middle, like a bridge being pulled at both ends.She hadn’t slept. Not really. Just drifted in and out of thoughts so loud they echoed inside her skull."You’re the shadow that never departed.""You were the light when I was shattering."Two truths. Tw