Penelope burst out laughing. Tears flowed as she gushed, "I swear this will be the most entertaining wedding ever."The city lights twinkled like fallen stars and a cool breeze wrapped them like an embrace from the other side of existence. Here, on the balcony, the world was quiet. It seemed as if time slowed down just for them.Sabrina snuggled into the chest of Benedict, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. "Not wedding time again already," she groaned.Benedict held her tighter in his embrace, his chin settled against her shoulder. "Scared?"No, not a bit of that. She knew exactly where she was and precisely what was expected of her.He turned her about, encasing her face in his palms, and his warm blue eyes searched hers. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Sabrina. And I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."Rivulets of tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart filled with love for this perfect man. "I never will, Ben
Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”“I’
The next day came, though her feelings had been utterly smashed the night before, the wedding preparations continued on. Sabrina hardly recognised who peered back at her as she sat in the bride's suite: white, pale, tear-rimmed eyes, but still, a beautiful silken cloth hugged her body, soft curls framed her face.Her mother, Leila, entered and sat beside her. Her face etched with despair."Sabrina dear," she whispered softly, "do you really want to do this? You don't have to do this."Sabrina shook her head. New tears formed in her eyes. "Mom, what am I suppose to do?" she whispered in a barely audible voice, her voice barely above a whisper, quivering with uncertainty. "I love him, but he…. He hates me."The burden of her heart pressure weighed upon her chest so heavily that it became unbearable to breathe. She felt lost and scared, like standing at a crossroads with no signs guiding her.Then her eyes questioned her mother to seek solace as well as find answers that seemed really too
Locked with fury in her eyes, Teresa gripped Benedict's arm tightly with her fingernails digging deep into his skin. He was in the middle of an idle conversation with his friends, and the force of his mother's yank thrust him back into harsh reality. The smile dropped off his face, replaced by irritation."Turn around now and go back to Sabrina!" Teresa hissed to his face, her voice low but full of a venom that brought him up short. "This is your wedding! You're supposed to be with your wife, not out here screwing like some irresponsible idiot! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? How much shame you're bringing to our family?fix this Now!"She snapped her eyes to his with a warning so sharp he felt a jolt of anger-cum-tethers him to the moment. She wasn't letting this slide past. She gave one last withering glare to ensure the point had been wholly impressed, then turned and stormed off, heels clicking impatiently on the marble floor.Benedict clenched his teeth, pinioned and
As the applause subsided and guests resumed their own conversations, Benedict didn't hesitate to pull Sabrina aside. The phony smile he'd donned during their dance was gone within an instant, exchanged for a look of icy indifference. They stepped out of the ballroom, away from the crowd, and into a quiet corner of the reception hall. No warning, of course-just leaned and caught her by the arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he turned her to face him."You succeeded," Benedict spat, voice low but full of venom. "You managed to marry me, but don't for one second believe you'll ever have my heart.".She felt her eyes grow wide with the bitterness in his tone. Now she knew that he did not love her. But this was different-he said it all. On their wedding day, too. A sick feeling was in her belly as tears threatened to well up inside her once again. She bit down hard on her lip and kept them from falling."I don't love you," he continued, his eyes dark and unfeeling. "And I will never
Sabrina stood as a statue in the dim lit hall, her heart a racing and tears flowing ceaselessly down her cheeks. His curt words kept ringing in her ear; each syllable in his speech a burning hole reminding her of the schism between them. She slapped her hands on her chest, trying to hold herself inside."I will never have his heart," she whispered to herself, feeling the weight of his rejection settle heavily on her shoulders. "What did I expect? That love would conquer all?"That reality struck her like a chilly wave. The man with whom she had wished to spend all of life had just crushed all those hopes into pieces with a few brutal words. Wiping away tears, she heard the approach of footsteps.It was Teresa-the mother-in-law-whose expression seemed both full of concern and disappointment. "Sabrina? Okay?"Sabrina smiled, though it felt like shards of glass were lodged in her throat. "I'm fine, just. tired."Teresa narrowed her eyes. She didn't believe it. "You don't look fine. Where
And so she'd walked away, his words stabbing her ears as they struck home."You think you can just waltz in here and play like you're good enough to have my love? You'll never have it, Sabrina," he had sneered, the disgust spewing from him like acid that cut into her heart. Every step was hard as she moved through the grand house now that had become a cage of gilded bars and memories bitter with the poison of anger.She was lost in this world he created, full of resentment and anger. "Why even bother?" he had shouted at her, his face distorted in rage as she tried to reach out to him. "You're just a reminder of everything I hate about my life!"Yet still, she gave in . Deep down, there was still some love from her side of his body that seemed mutually less, but still true love between two souls. She had still not given up. Still catching for breath, "I'm not giving up on you," she could still stare at tear-stained mascara and tears, and hurt etched upon her face staring back from the
Morning sun spilled into the expansive dining room as Sabrina set the table for breakfast that took her hours to prepare. She had cooked all his favorites: scrambled eggs with chives, perfectly crispy bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice. It was her silent way of showing Benedict she cared, despite the poison he threw her way every chance he got. She longed to bridge the distance separating them, compel him to look past his revulsion at her. Stepping back from the stove and the last plate, Benedict had entered the room; and certainly, his face showed no softer countenance for traversing it. He darted his look across the table; and then faced about and settled back in the chair with an irreverent huff of discontent. "This is all you had ready? " he snapped, pushing the plate aside as if it were insulting. "A good breakfast, and this is the best you could do?" Sabrina pulled up a small, tight smile. She clung to the side of the chair she leaned on to balance herself. "I — I prepared
Penelope burst out laughing. Tears flowed as she gushed, "I swear this will be the most entertaining wedding ever."The city lights twinkled like fallen stars and a cool breeze wrapped them like an embrace from the other side of existence. Here, on the balcony, the world was quiet. It seemed as if time slowed down just for them.Sabrina snuggled into the chest of Benedict, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. "Not wedding time again already," she groaned.Benedict held her tighter in his embrace, his chin settled against her shoulder. "Scared?"No, not a bit of that. She knew exactly where she was and precisely what was expected of her.He turned her about, encasing her face in his palms, and his warm blue eyes searched hers. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Sabrina. And I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."Rivulets of tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart filled with love for this perfect man. "I never will, Ben
It was a night of excitement in the big hall of the estate as the family and friends gathered for the rehearsal of the wedding. The chandeliers shone with good warmth to brighten up the room, and the elegant faces of all the ceremony participants were gleaming with anticipation.Sabrina shifted near the door, fidgeting with her earring. "Do we really have to do this walking practice? Come on, I've been walking for years now, she muttered to herself.Benedict laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Love, it's not just walking. It's walking toward me, as my bride. Big difference."She rolled her eyes and still managed a smile. "You just want to find a reason to look at me.""Absolutely," he admitted without hesitation, smirking.Saben, their five-year-old son, bounced excitedly in front of them, clutching a small velvet pillow. "Mommy! Daddy! I’m the ring guy!"Teresa, the mother of Benedict, wore a lovely blue dress and leaned forward to smile at her grandson. "Ah, yes, little pr
He nodded. "Back when everything was crazy, I used to come here sometimes to think. And all I could think of was you, making you mine in every possible way. I would see myself standing right here, waiting for you, when you were to walk down that aisle promising love for evermore."The girl's eyes welled with tears.He fished a small box out from his pocket, opened it and revealed the loveliest of gold bangles."I know we already have rings, but I wanted to give you something else - something that speaks of how much I love you every day."Sabrina brought her hand over her mouth. Emotion filled her. "Benedict… it is beautiful."He buckled it around her wrist. His lips landed softly inside her palm. "Just like you."The tears fell along her cheeks but were joyful - the tears of a woman who found everything she had ever dreamt.She flung her arms around his neck, holding him tight. "I love you so much."Benedict wound his arms about her, whispering softly into her hair. "And I'll spend th
Morning sunbeam crept through the drapes, which filtered the brightness of the sunlight, casting an ethereal gold on the bodies entwined in each other's arms. The warmth from the previous night clung on, reminding him of the love they shared-a passion that runs deep. Sabrina lay across Benedict's chest, her head rising and falling with the slow cadence of his breathing. His arms grasped her almost possessively as if even while asleep, he could not resist letting her go.The world outside seemed to fade away—until the soft, insistent knocking at the bedroom door shattered their peaceful slumber."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben’s little voice called from the other side of the door. "Wake up! I’m hungry!"Sabrina’s eyes widened as reality came crashing back. She gasped, her hands instinctively pulling the covers up to her chest.Benedict groaned, tightening his hold around her. "Tell him to wait," he muttered drowsily. "I need at least five more minutes with you."Sabrina slapped his arm gently. "
"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