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,
For Benedict and Sabrina, all the roads had opened to endless possibilities of love, resilience, and the profound bond that could have been forged through battles both inside and out. Holding their hands tightly against each other, they boldly embarked into that bright light ahead, leaving the haunting shadows of Clara Hemp behind for good, ready for whatever followed next.As they drove through the beautiful Californian landscape, the weight of the confrontation slowly began to lift. Sabrina gazed out of the window, the golden fields stretching endlessly, mirroring the possibilities that lay ahead of them."Benedict," she began softly, turning to look at him. "Do you ever think about what would have happened if Clara hadn't come into our lives?"He caught her eye for just a second, then focused back on the road ahead, his hand tightly gripping the steering wheel without being overly so. "I've thought about it more times than I can count," he said finally. "But every time, I come to t
It had been seven days since things had taken a turning point in the lives of Benedict and Sabrina, and she was finally getting ready to rejoice in their new love and her promise with him. The engagement ball was not an ordinary ballroom affair but represented all that they fought for—family, love, and resilience. And as evening fell, there was no sign that this would be one forgettable night.The place was an exquisite mansion located right in the middle of California. The huge ballroom glistened with class, adorned with soft ivory and gold drapes. The crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the soft warm, golden glow fell across the guests. Fresh roses and orchids were spread throughout, which matched the fresh greenery and elegant floral arrangements throughout the room. Everything was planned to the last minute because this was going to be one of the most important moments for Benedict and Sabrina.With people arriving, laughter and excitement filled the air. Sabrina and Be
The evening's music dwindled into silence, and it was time to let the guests take their leave, so Benedict and Sabrina remained by the grand entrance of the estate, waving everyone off. Hugs and words of warmth and congratulations sent waves of pure gratitude and exuberance within them. Saben, snug in Teresa's arms, was fast asleep, his little hand holding onto the lapel of her dress.The laughter and light of the evening had tired him out, but the soft smile on his face said volumes about his happiness, even in dreams. Penelope gave Sabrina one last playful nudge before heading off. “Don’t forget, Sab. I need all the wedding details first. Don’t you dare plan it without me!” Sabrina laughed, pulling her friend into a warm hug. “You’ll be the first to know, I promise. Thank you for everything, Pen.” When the car carrying Wendy Taylor and Leila Auburn arrived, both women extended their hands to Sabrina. Under the heavy chandeliers of the estate, Wendy's eyes sparkled as she kissed Sabri
She watched as Benedict slowly pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her bare chest to him. His fingers slowly danced over her nipples in a taunting manner. she moaned softly, as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking roughly while toying with her other breast.-nagend sa a casanova bedscene. "Benedict," she whimpered as he bit down. He pulled his mouth from her breast, making a popping sound, cocking his eyebrow at her. Hi moved his hands, slowly stroking her hips while teasing the waste bans of her stockings. "Yes, princess?" She writhed under his gaze, "Please touch me," I begged. He smiled, and began slowly to pull her stockings down."I think I said earlier that I am in charge of things here," he said as he pulled them off her legs, looking at her body as if he hadn't eaten for years. And suddenly, he has wrapped his hands around her thighs and spread them apart, leaning down and peppering her legs with soft kisses; the polar opposite of what was to come. Then he slowly made
He pulled her panties down, then got into position with himself at her entrance. He looked up to see that she was prepared, then slid inside. She gasped under the pressure as she arched her back up and he fell onto her breast with his mouth.He started pumping himself into her, and with every movement, she panted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tight as his thrusts made her hips move further up on the mattress."Benedict," Sabrina moaned out. "Benedict please, I'm so close."He pulled his mouth from her breast, shaking his head as he pushed her hair back. "No angel. You don't get to cum until I say you can."She whined as a response, desperate for a release as he continued to pound into her. Despite her current state, Benedict grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his hips so he could fuck her deeper. She screamed with each thump, raising her hand and pressing it on his biceps as I pushed my hand on the curves. She burst into laughter to lighten up as he cont
"Cum, pretty girl. Do you like riding my hard cock? You do, don't you? I want to feel you cum on my cock." His fingers on my nipple become more forceful. "How is it? Let me know how much you want my cock inside you." I moan louder and my thrusts become more urgent. His hands reach my hips to stabilize me."Play with your breasts for me. I want to see you pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum for me." My hands roam to my breasts and I fondle them tenderly while Benedict sits there watching. My fingers find the nipples and rotate them in my hands, forward and backward motion, until increasing the pressure to a considerable sharpness. This is as if the noise of my body had reached an unbelievable level when feeling a deep rolling pleasure. I start grinding my hips into his furiously, feeling the orgasm wash over me.A deep, warm lethargic feeling seeps into my bones as I lower myself down onto Benedict's chest. I place little kisses all over while I let him feel the involuntary orgasmic
"Benedict!!!". I gasp out his name. "Hmmm?" he hums in answer, his tongue never stopping. "Benedict, suck my clit," I close my eyes tightly. His tongue grazes my clit before he ever responds, causing my legs to suddenly jerk. "All you ever have to do is ask." His lips close around my swollen clit and he sucks gently. I practically levitate off the bed, shouting his name.He inserts two fingers inside and slowly pumps them in and out. Now it's his turn to moan in appreciation as my pussy floods onto his hands and mouth. It seems to last forever; I'm just on the edge and it feels too good to be real! I cannot lie still, my legs thrash about and he must pin me down as he sucks softly and licks his tongue over my hot, swollen clit. I squeal a little when he sucks hard, and then I am cumming. My legs clench together, and I spasm on his hands and mouth, shuddering and shivering and emitting small contented purrs. He crawls up over me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me
Michael sucks hard, then nips gently. it's driving me mad when he pauses and leans across my face. I draw my hand forward and cup his cheek lightly. When I've steadied a little, he asks, "Anywhere else?"I just glance at him, and he clears the cover off the bed, fully exposing my body. His right hand weaves in my hair as he comes in close for another kiss while his left hand hoists my gown. His hot palm feels wonderful against the cool air as he places it directly above my panty line."Nowhere else? Are you sure?" he teases me. His eyes twinkle when I raise my hips in silent appeal. "Come on," he coaxes, wanting to hear me say it. His hand caresses across the crest of my pelvis, almost there! I pull his head close to my lips and kiss his ear, then whisper hotly, "Please." My tongue darts into his ear and his hips thrust forward, letting me feel that delicious hardness pressed tightly into my hip. "Mmmm, please what, pretty girl?" his hand continues in slow, lazy circles right abo
She smiled against his lips, her hand resting over his. "I've always been yours, Benedict."A loud honk from the car behind them made Benedict groan in frustration as he reluctantly pulled away. "Damn impatient drivers ruining my romantic moment."Sabrina giggled, squeezing his hand playfully. "Patience, love. We have forever."He let out a dramatic sigh of breath and shook his head as he kept on driving. "Forever is too far away, yet. If I had my way, I'd marry you tonight."Sabrina playfully feigned offense. "What about my dress? My veil? The wedding we just spent all day planning?"He smirked. "Fine, you win. But don't be surprised if I drag you out of the reception early to get started on our honeymoon."Her cheeks went pink enough to glow. She bit back her lip and exclaimed, "Benedict Thompson, you're impossible."He grinned, winking. "And you adore me."Sabrina let out a soft burble, relaxed her head on the seat back and said in eyes that struggled to stay awake, "I do. Truly, t
She showed sample wedding invitations then."Do you want it old-fashioned with gold foiling? Or modern, saying something special?"Sabrina ran her fingers over the elegant wedding invitations, loving all the details. "I want the calligraphy kind, soft floral designs, and in gold accents."Benedict smirked. "Whatever makes her happy."Sabrina looked at Eliza. "As for the guest list, we want something small and intimate—just close family and friends."Eliza nodded. "That's perfect. How many guests are you thinking?"Benedict replied, "Maybe around fifty to seventy people. We want it personal, not a grand social event."Eliza smiled. "That's a beautiful choice. A wedding should be about love, not spectacle."Sabrina's heart was warm. Everything was finally falling into place.The changing lines accurately reflect both the state's social engineering technologies and your own inner struggles. "Exactly. We don't need over the top. Just an intimate wedding with people we love."Eliza, their
Sabrina sat in her atelier in the bright, sunny room, where the soft hum of the sewing machine filled the air as she delicately tried to work out all the fine details on her wedding dress. The silk shimmered under the golden rays of morning light as her hands ran across the texture, bringing a tranquil air into her heart.This dress had been a dream, a symbol of love and commitment, but for too long it had stayed incomplete in the whirlwind of chaos. Betrayal. Threats. Pain. The past had almost stolen this moment from her. But now, with Clara gone, the shadows that once loomed over their lives had finally lifted.It was time for happiness.Sabrina gazed up into the giant mirror in front of her, catching a glimpse of herself within it. That's beautiful, she thought finally. Elegant and simple, just like she's always wanted it: a wedding dress not just for the wedding but for a new beginning.She looked up to see Benedict leaning on the frame, arms crossed over his chest. A smirk was pl
"Ohhh, yes, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes closing as, rousing from her sleep-induced stupor, her hips caught the rhythm of my hand and began meeting it. Her velvet interior stroking against my rough hands made my cock begin to throb almost painfully, and I watched her face intently, the bliss I saw spreading over her face making me even hotter."I want to take you wherever, however, and whenever I want to, baby girl," I whispered, licking the spot I'd so roughly bitten just a moment before."At work. at home. out to dinner. in the car. I want to screw you into insensibility every time, make you crave me to the point of not knowing anything else but your lust for me. I want to plant my seed deep within that belly of yours, watch our child thicken your waist, your breasts swell with milk."She let out a wail, grasping my wrist as she arched up under me, thrumming towards her approaching orgasm. My teeth scraped her skin, and I fastened hungrily to her rigid nipple, biting gently.I wa
Sunbeams creep across the curtains in the bedroom. Warmth and comfort fill the room scents even as the lingering trace of passion pours through from the night before hangs heavy in the air.Sabrina shifted as her body ached, being decadently delicious for the intensity of last night. As she moved, she felt the warmth of Benedict beside her, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. Her lips curled into a small smile. She swiveled slowly, her eyes to meet his as he stirs awake. His gaze, heavy with satisfaction, locked onto hers, and for that moment neither of them uttered a word-only enjoying their momentary silence, the rare time of peace in the midst of all that was happening around them. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep. She smoothed her finger over the slight roughness of his stubble on his jawline. "Morning," she whispered back. Benedict pulled her closer until her bare skin was flush against his, and his hold was tightening. "Last night…,
Sabrina's kitty jerked back in white hot need-and then she flung her head backward in ecstasy as Benedict lapped deep inside, licking all around her lips and slit so that he could get a taste for every inch of her.Sabrina stroked her hand through his thick brown hair. She loved him so much, loved what he was doing to her. She was gasping for pleasure, as she stroked one of her thick nipples under his tongue.She wanted to watch every second of the puss licking, but it was nearing too much to handle after fantasies of this particular moment on that plane. Breathless and hot, Sabrina lay back, riding wave upon wave of bliss, knowing that Benedict would be raising his eyes to look at her as she did so. He had told her often that he loved seeing her respond to him and that he always wanted to make sure that he was turning her on as much as he could.Eyes closed in ecstasy, Sabrina felt Benedict's hand reaching up her writhing body. Two strong fingers pushed gently against her lips and sh