It takes her a minute because she's still tense from her first orgasm and I'm even harder now that the edge is off. When she starts up though, fuck, I could come at that very moment—that is, this time I'd make Mount Vesuvius look like a fart in the wind.She's clutching the edge of the couch, thrashing about like I was her prize stallion and I have her breasts right in my face, so begging to be sucked, licked and grasped. Every time I lick her nipple, she enjoys a mini-orgasm, and the ache in my groin gets worse. I'm so hard, it hurts, and I want to come properly…. so bad. The tension inside my lower back begs me to throw her over onto all fours and ride the shit out of her, but…… she has to know I would give anything just to get her back. So, her pleasure comes first.So when it's all getting too much again, I get rid of my shirt and she's arrested a moment, taking in the new tattoos and the bigger shoulders and arms. I'm more mature. I've lived. She takes time to examine my body, an
The next morning, sunlight shining through the windows of their home woke Benedict and Sabrina to a busy day ahead. The freshly brewed coffee in the air accompanied Saben who was already sitting at the table, munching on pancakes while chattering about his plans for the day with his grandparents.Benedict adjusted his tie, a bit of excitement showing through his usual composure. "Ready, love?" he asked, looking at Sabrina, who was studying the checklist in her hand very carefully.Sabrina smiled and set the list on the counter. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this done and make everything official."They kissed Saben goodbye, promising to be back by lunchtime, and headed out into a morning that seemed to carry with it an air of purpose.Benedict chuckled and grasped the car keys, holding out his arm to her. "Then let's not keep destiny waiting, Mrs. Thompson-to-be."Sabrina smiled softly, tucking her hand into his, and they went toward the door. "I like the sound of that.They walke
Benedict knelt to Saben’s level, his expression soft. “I have no doubt about that, buddy. You’re already the best at everything you do.”Saben beamed proudly, wrapping his arms around both his parents. “I can’t wait for the wedding! It’s going to be the best day ever Mommy!Daddy Yeheey!”“It will be,” Sabrina said, her voice filled with certainty. She looked at Benedict, her eyes shining. “Because we’re doing it together, as a family.”Benedict stood and pulled both Sabrina and Saben into a hug. “You two are my everything,” he said quietly. “And I’ll never take that for granted.”She smiled, sinking into his hold. "And we'll never take you for granted, Benedict. You made our lives infinitely better."The rest of the world just froze in the face of love and laughter shared by the three. They stood there, knew their bond to be unshakable and that their future was brighter than they could even have imagined."Alright Saben," Benedict said with a laugh, breaking the moment. "How about we
The next morning, the air at the Thompson's was bright and warm, but in Benedict's office, it was business as usual. He sat slumped over his desk, intent on the sea of reports and contracts spread out before him. His phone buzzed every few minutes, the constant demands of being a CEO weighing on him like a shadow that refused to be shaken.Sabrina just stood there a moment, looking at him. The tension was written all over the way his shoulders tensed, his brows furrowed. Quietly, she walked forward, coming with a steaming cup of coffee in hand."You have been doing this since hours ago," she whispered, putting the cup next to him.Benedict looked up and his expression softened at the view of her. "Morning, love. Just one of those days—meetings, contracts, and a new product launch coming." He took a sip of his coffee, brightening a little with his eyes. "Thanks. You always know what I need.".Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest and sat up on the edge of the desk. "I know your work
Benedict laughed, scooping his son into his arms. "The park it is. Let's make this a day to remember."Saben squealed with excitement, wrapping his small arms around Benedict's neck. "Yay! I'm going to show you how fast I can go on the swings, Daddy!"Benedict grinned, turning to Sabrina. "What about you, Mrs. Almost-Thompson? Ready for a little adventure?Sabrina laughed, drawing out the picnic basket she had packed. "Absolutely. Make this day one to be remembered."The family got into the car, Saben chattering excitedly about the games they would play in the park. Benedict listened intently, contributing suggestions that made Saben all the more excited.By the time they reached the park, the sun was high up in the sky and bright with golden hues shining through luscious foliage. Saben tore toward the playground with Benedict by his side while Sabrina followed back to this joyful happening with her full heart overflowing with thoughts of the two most important people in her life."Da
He added a little tongue to each kiss as he worked across the meaty part of her ass, and he could hear her breathing deepen.As he got to her crack he angled downward again to make the point of the bottom of the heart. He smiled to himself as she arched her back as he slowly pushed his tongue between her cheeks, not quite touching her pussy, not quite reaching her rosebud.He spent some time there, then he turned to the other cheek and slowly traveled up the other side of her ass to complete the rest of the heart.He then pondered where to kiss her next. He thought about raising her hips and attacking her pussy from behind, or rolling her over to begin kissing her front.He chose to enjoy her ass for a while and made a series of small hearts to each of her ass cheeks, one after the other.He loved the firm flesh of her ass, and she loved the attention he gave it.The sexy sounds she was making, and the squirming that she had started were very encouraging. After indulging her firm ass
Finally, she could talk again and told him, "Give me a few minutes baby, I am going to pay you back!""I know baby," He smiled, "I know."Benedict pulled her closer, his hands roaming her back as their kisses grew more passionate. He murmured her name against her lips, a soft, reverent sound that sent shivers down her spine."I love you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion."I love you too," she replied, her voice steady and sure.They move together, the love they feel in every touch and kiss. It was as if the intensity was palpable from the life they had built together and the battles they had conquered together. They lost themselves in each other; time stood still as their passion reaffirmed an unbreakable bond.Later, as they lay wrapped in each other's arms, breathing steady and warm within their closeness, Sabrina rested her head on Benedict's chest. The beating of his heart was like a lullaby."Days like today remind me how lucky we are," she said drowsily.Benedict ran hi
The secret, she was certain, lay in the pattern of the guard's rounds—when he passed by her cell, he inevitably stopped on that farthest corner. He never gave her much attention, thinking her just another condemned prisoner with no choice. Clara was not like the others. She was waiting for this one, single chance.She reached up to the small grate above her cot, the one she had secretly loosened during the last few days. It was a tight fit, but Clara had managed to create a small opening large enough to slip through, using pieces of cloth and the thin, wiry metal she'd managed to pry loose.She drew herself up, using the makeshift rope she had prepared, her hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was almost there.Footsteps approached again, closer this time.Her pulse was racing. This was the moment she had been waiting for.Clara gave one final glance over her shoulder, to ensure that Dolores was still asleep. With gritted teeth, she heaved herself up thr
Rain hit the hospital's glass windows, each drop reminding her that time was escaping her. Disinfectant and cold wind were the scents as Eliana stood stock-still in the hallway, her trembling hands clasped around the railing.Nathaniel Harper towered above her, his blue eyes veiled in desperation."You don't understand, Eliana. My dad—he's dead." His words were a growl, the words cutting through the air like the fine tooth of a blade.Eliana's swallow was concrete in her throat. "What do you mean?"Nathaniel sucked a rough breath into his chest, standing on the muscles in the back of his neck. "Vincent. My second. He's hunting me. Hunting you." His jaw hardened. "My father wants me to hurt. And he'll start with you."A chill ran through Eliana's body. As she thought about her answer, her ears picked up a voice that conquered the tension in the room.“I’d love to see him try Damian.”Damian Wolfe.Eliana had just time to see him leaning against the doorframe of the hospital room. His
The stillness of the hospital corridor had seemed so alien from the tempest of thoughts racing through Eliana's head. She sat with her elbows on her knees and fists clenched firmly together along the edge of a waiting-room chair.All this happened too suddenly yesterday.Damian Wolfe rested in his bed at the hospital, injured but recovering. Nathaniel Harper had defied his father and stood by her. And William Harper—cruel, killing, harsh—still existed, patiently waiting.She gasped sharply, trying to calm down.And then, in the midst of familiar quiet that was habitual, a voice interrupted."So… who's it going to be?"Eliana turned her head to look up at Sabrina Auburn looming over her, arms crossed, the wicked glint in her icy eyes.Eliana frowned. "What am I saying?"Sabrina chuckled, tilting her head to one side. "Come on, Eliana. I'm not dim. Two handsome, seriously sexy males hovering around you like wolves, ready to tear each other apart into shreds? It's practically a bloody mov
William spat out a bitter laugh. "Luck had nothing to do with it."The doctor hesitated. "You need rest. Pushing yourself—"William's glare cut him off. "I don't have time for rest."The physician huffed but nodded and left the room.William beside him, he placed a call on his phone.A mechanical voice answered. "Yes?"Harper in steel tones. "I want them all killed."There was a man in a suit beside him, tension in his shoulders. His voice even, controlled. "Understood. But. Your son, sir, is Nathaniel."William's fists were fists. Searing pain lightninged across his side, but he didn't care. He'd been shot once. He'd bled before. That wasn't paining him.Betrayal was.His own blood betrayed him.His own son.William's lips twisted into a sneer-grimace. "Not anymore."The man staggered. "Sir—"William's tone was icy. "I do not care how much it costs. I want them dead. All of them."There was silence. Then finally, a gentle, "Understood."The door closed with a crash.William took a sh
Nathaniel Harper stood in the dark of the hospital room, his fists clenched.The doctor had closed them into this small space, forcing them to confront each other in the intimate light of the bedside lamp.Years of their past hanging between them like a gauntlet.Damian spoke the first word softly."Trust you?" His voice was harsh, from pain and anger. "After all your family's done?"Nathaniel didn't blink. "I did not choose my name."Damian snorted with a bitter laugh. "No, but you damn well profited for years on it."Nathaniel's breath came harshly. "And now I'm suffering for defying it."Damian's glacial stare cut through him, searching for deceit.He was seeking to uncover a coward.A traitor.But what he did uncover instead?A man who'd lost everything.Nathaniel's voice lowered, a rough tone edging in. "William won't quit. You know that."Damian's jaw was locked. "Yeah. I know."Nathaniel paused, then moved closer. "Then let me help."Damian laughed. "Help? The last time I trust
There was an awe stricken silence that swept over the room.Sabrina's breathing, too, had ceased. "What?"Eliana's mouth was dry. "He planted the bomb at the convention. And when that didn't work, he tried to kill me. If not for Nathaniel and Damian." she broke off her voice,".I would not be alive."Benedict's expression turned cold. "That abomination."Saben wasn't swallowing it, however. He was cold with anger. "And we're doing this on his word? He's a Harper. His father attempted to kill you. And now we're going to accept his word that he defected from his father?"Nathaniel's voice cut across him, hard but controlled. "I'm not my father."Saben snarled, advancing as if to hit him. "You carry his name, don't you?"Before this was allowed to go further, a third individual appeared in the room.Tap of cane on marble floors.Wendy Taylor.Leslie Auburn, Sabrina's mother, behind her. The two women who managed the families entered the room, their white faces contorted with horror and a
His own son—his own blood and flesh—had betrayed him.The treachery blazed hotter than the fires receding in the horizon."Shut up, Nathaniel," William snarled, striking his fist into the metal belly of the airplane.Seated across from him was one of his most dependable men, Marcus Steele, wiping blood from his mangled lip. "Sir, we should rethink. The Thompson family is not going away. They have money, they have connections—William's glare was toxic. "I don't care what they've got." Dead, deadly tone. "Eliana Thompson stole everything from us. And now my own son has the decency to be standing with her?"He spun on his pilot. "Faster. We have to get out of the city before the authorities surround it."Marcus hesitated before continuing. "Sir… Nathaniel can still be of some use. Maybe we could—"William pulled Marcus by the collar, dragging him towards him, inches from Marcus's face, his breath smelling of rage. "Nathaniel is dead to me. Hear me? DEAD."Marcus gulped hard, wide-eyed,
The centuries' weight—of blood and greed and war—hung heavily in the air.William chuckled, spinning the glass of whiskey in his hands. "You think you're superior to me? Different?"He approached closer, his voice as icy as cold water. "You bear my blood. You can fight it all you can, but you'll never be anything else but my son."Nathaniel's jaw snapped shut. "Then I'll spend the remainder of eternity denying you."William's eyes blazed with something—disappointment? No, anger.He slapped the whiskey glass on the table, and it broke. The sound echoed through the big room. "Then you leave me no choice."Nathaniel stood up. "What do you mean?His father's face hardened, his own face hard and unyielding. "You want to be allied with the Thompsons? You can. But listen to this, Nathaniel… from this moment on, you are not my son."The words cut deeper than a knife.Nathaniel's breath was trapped, but he strained himself up. "Then that makes two of us."For the first time in his life, he did
The drive back to the Thompson estate was tense. Eliana was in the backseat, her thoughts racing with Nathaniel's threat."There's another attack coming. Tonight."Damian was beside her, his face a mask as he checked his gun twice. The atmosphere was tense, heavy.Eliana addressed him. "Do you think he meant it?"Damian didn't look up. "Does it matter?"She frowned. "Of course, it matters."."No, Eliana." He finally met her gaze, his tone tough but soft. "The thing is, we have to assume he's lying. Because if he is, and we don't act, people die."She didn't appreciate that he was right.Eliana breathed in, smoothing out her hair. "If his father is involved, he won't stop until he gets what he is after."Damian leaned into the seat. "Then we don't let him have his way."His determination made her heart pound.For once, she wasn't alone in having to cope with this.Benedict Thompson stood in the security room, watching the live feed of the grounds of the estate. His jaw was clenched as
Nathaniel Harper did not look back when he left his father. Each step he made felt heavier, as though the burden of his family's transgressions was finally coming to catch up with him.He had spent his entire life attempting to validate himself before William Harper. Attempting to meet the standards of a man who regarded emotions as frailty, ethics as folly, and strength as the only concept worthy of consideration.Benedict Thompson stood before the fireplace, his fists gripping behind his back. The instant he discovered about the altercation at the commercial convention, he instructed for heightened security on the estate.He wouldn't let them have another attack.Sabrina sat facing him, her face set. "Are you certain about this, Benedict? Provoking them could create a greater problem."Benedict took a hard breath. "And doing nothing will leave us target practice. I won't sit idly by for that to happen."Wendy Taylor, Eliana's great-grandmother, struck her cane on the floor. "He's co