She need his cock. she need him in her. She need him to stretch her and fill her and leave a bit of himself in her. She use her fingers to ease his boxers down, and he lifts his hips slightly so she can get them off. When they are off, he settles back in and she treated to her first glimpse of his firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a glistening drop of juice at its tiny hole. She kiss her way down his stomach and, with a feather light lick across his tip, She take the salty juice. She must continue to lick the tip, licked the v beneath his prick, then circling, rubbing her tongue all over the tip just the way she know he likes it.Then she begin to suck just the head into her mouth. she squeeze her lips tightly around him, and slide forward, inch, by inch, by inch, slowly, maddeningly, until his pubic hair is tickling her nose. Then she hold her position and just suck, running her tongue up and down him and feeling how hard he is as the sensations insid
The sun's golden rays were peeping through the silk curtains of the penthouse suite. The soft breeze would move those sheer drapes and waft through with fresh rose buds and peonies, which were quite favored by Sabrina.“Benedict…”A groggy hum was all she got in response.She smiled, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “Wake up, Mr. Thompson. Today’s the day you make me officially yours.”Benedict groaned before turning over, pulling her down with him. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, trapping her against his chest. “Can’t we stay in bed a little longer? We can get married here.”Sabrina laughed, pressing a playful kiss to his nose. “If you don’t wake up now, your mother, my grandmother, and the entire world will come looking for you. And trust me, Wendy Taylor in full wedding mode is not something you want to deal with.”At the mention of her formidable godmother, Benedict sighed dramatically before finally opening his eyes. He gazed at her—his soon-to-be wife—his expressi
Benedict scooped her up into his arms, and she squealed. "Our wedding night."She laughed from her mouth as he walked her toward the grand entrance of their mansion. Their guests were still partying in the distance, but at that moment, it was only the two of them, walking into the rest of their lives together.And when the last fireworks illuminated the sky behind them, Sabrina Auburn Thompson knew—this was the start of their forever.The villa, inside, was even more breathtaking. There was a lavish living room with windows that went all the way up to the ceiling overlooking the sea. The bed was covered in warm candlelight, rose petals scattered all over.Sabrina laughed at Benedict with a taunting smile. "Romantic much?"He grinned, drawing her into his arms. "It's our wedding night. I thought I'd splurge."She rested her hands on his chest. "Well, Mr. Thompson, you have succeeded."His eyes flashed with something darker, something deeper. "Do you have any idea how much I love you Sa
The reception at the Thompson Estate was nothing short of enchanting. The garden was lit up with sparkling fairy lights, giving off a soft, warm light. White rose-covered tables filled the air with their sweet scent. Hanging over the dance floor was a stunning chandelier that sparkled, its crystals shining with the golden starlight.Laughter, music, and sheer happiness filled the magical air.Benedict and Sabrina held hands at the head table, feeling the warmth of each other's palms, a silent promise communicated by their grasp. Hostess Penelope rapped her champagne glass with a spoon, calling attention to the assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us toast the couple!"The crowd applauded as Penelope swept her arm wide, a wicked glint in her eye. "To the bride and groom; may their love be as beautiful as this wedding and their fights as memorable as their stubbornness!"The room erupted in laughter.Michael, the best man to Benedict, grinned. "And may Benedict finally learn to say he'
She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.Benedict was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding.She moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as he kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as Benedict’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less."Hmmmm ..so good"
The scent of sex and their sleep surrounds them as they wake this early morning. His face circled by its golden glow. His handsome blue eyes hidden from her by those eyelids closed in sleep. He shift and the eyes open for an instant giving her a glimpse of her soul. "Good morning my love." Then their lips come together to express the passion still present from last night. As they approach him and lift her leg over his, the passion intensifies. The kiss deepens, gets harder, and stronger. The need in their bodies and souls intensifies with each passing moment."I love you, Sab." He say, as he moves his lips to bite on her ear lobe. Down to her neck, sucking on it hard so that there is a big mark, for everyone to notice. Then to the area where her neck and her shoulder would connect. He bite lightly and blow on it, seeing her shiver."Benedict I love you" She whisper, as she bring her hips nearer to him. He bend down and kiss the peaks of her breasts, and She press his head nearer to he
Penelope shrugged her shoulders, "As long as it comes to my doorstep."Sabrina shook her head and laughed; then she looked over at Benedict, who was already gazing intent, his face a portrait of love. He locked her fingers closely with his."Happy, Mrs. Thompson?" he whispered.Sabrina smiled just as she wove her fingers through his. "Happier than I ever could have hoped."Benedict leaned down and kisses her ever so gently. "That good, because you'll be secured this happy forever."Laughing, she wrapped him around her neck. "Forever?"He smiled. "Forever."Leila swooned. "Oh dear, they're at it again." Wendy smiled. "Let them be, after all a love as theirs is worthy of celebration." Leila chuckled, fluffing her hair. "Okay, okay, now for the mushy stuff. Who's gonna clean the chocolate disaster?" Saben covered his little chest with his hand. "Mommy! Daddy! Grandma is ruining my chef dreams!" Benedict teased his son ruffling up his hair. "But it's all about knowing how dreams are g
Later, the sun filtered through the windows of the Thompson residence and flowed directly into the kitchen, heating everything with a gentle glow. The pans' whistling sizzling with long-food stirrers pancakes blended in the air with the boom of the scent of eggs, bacon, and brewed coffee.Despite being in her pajamas and still feeling uneasy, Sabrina entered the kitchen and exclaimed, "That smell is just amazing!" she continued.Benedict looked at her with a playful expression. "Good morning, Sabrina sweetheart," he said to his wife. But since you were up early, they ordered breakfast on the stove. She was relieved and pleased. Later, the windows of the Thompson house flooded into the kitchen and provided a soft glow for the long-food stirrers. The pans were made to cook in their golden brown skillets, and there was an airy aroma of eggs, bacon, coffee that had been brewed. In her pajamas, Sabrina snoozed and sniffed the smell of the kitchen while staring around.He gazed at Sabrina,
Not anymore.Stepping out of the police station into the chill of early dawn, Sabrina wrapped her coat around herself and glanced at Benedict."We are not going home straight away, are we?" Sabrina asked."No," he said. "We are going to the hospital.""Eliana has to rest—""She's going to be lying in front of that motherfucker Harper in a hospital bed," Benedict growled. "I will have to contend with him.""Dad." Eliana attempted.But Benedict was already off, jaw set.They went in two cars. Damian drove with Saben and Eliana and Sabrina in the rear of the second car with Benedict. There was tension. There was an atmosphere of oppression all around them and a heavy buildup of tension.Within the vehicle, Damian addressed her. "You had do well to avoid the hospital for the moment, El."Eliana raised an eyebrow. "Why?""Because Benedict Thompson and William Harper at the same location? That's not a family reunion I'd care to have front-row seats to."Saben growled, "He's correct."Eliana
INT. POLICE STATION – NIGHT TO EARLY MORNINGSA hum of quiet voices echoed in the tiny police station. A sweet chemical scent of metallic disinfectant hung in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of old coffee. Soft hums filled the air from fluorescent lights overhead.Eliana sat still on a bench beside the corner, wrapped in a rough gray blanket an officer had provided. Her cheek was bandaged, bruised just below her jawline. Her own hands shook a little tighter, though she had them concealed in her lap.Damian leaned against the wall across from her, arms crossed and blood still congealing on his sleeve from a cut on his forearm. Nathaniel stood further off, alone, his face pale, his shirt covered in soot and gunpowder. He'd hardly uttered a word since he made his statement.The double doors of the station burst open with a creaking crash."Eliana!"She shifted her attention rapidly. There they were — her family.Sabrina, lovely even when panicked, ran first. Her coat hung over one s
The door of the warehouse creaked open as she slipped within.The air reeked with sweat, metal, and danger.Fluorescent light buzzed overhead. Footsteps—quiet, measured—rang off metal beams.She glided like a phantom, every step measured. Over rusty crates and scattered trash, her breathing harmonized. She didn't recoil at the groans or distant clatters.Until—"Hello, Eliana."She stopped.A man emerged from behind the warehouse, out of the darkness. Tall. In a new charcoal suit. Thin, satisfied smile on his mouth.One of William Harper's finest enforcers."Mr. Harper sends his regards," he said, his voice silky with poison. "He thought you'd show up."Her teeth were gritted. "Of course he did. He always did enjoy the dramatic entrance.".The man laughed. "He said you were predictable. Guess he was right.""You've been chasing my family like it's a game.""Your father started this. Exposed a man who created legacies. Hospitals. Universities. You all pretend like you're the heroes, bu
But she turned slowly, so that he could see the hurt unfettered in her eyes.I never locked you out, Nathaniel," she whispered. "You just never came close enough to linger."And with that, she departed, the chill night air nipping at her skin. The darkness closed in around her like an old friend long forgotten.She did not glance back.Not when the world was weighed in the balance.The wind wailed as Eliana stepped outside onto the porch, the door slamming behind her like the last stroke on the end of a difficult page. But before she could put a foot beyond the stairs—"Leaving without me?"She faltered. Damian lingered by the edge of the cabin, moonlight glinting off of his dark jacket only accentuating the scar near his jaw more than ordinary. His face showed unreadable expressions, but his eyes-those burning, watchful eyes-were locked on her.The air caught in her throat.“Damian.”He took a step forward, hands in his coat pockets. “You said the extraction would be at midnight. It’
He moved another step forward. "I'm not saving you, Eliana. I'm holding on to you. You keep trying to hurt my father, and you'll be dead. Leave this to the cops."She laughed, a laugh that had no pleasure in it. "The cops?" she repeated, her eyes burning. "You think they care? You think they're not already in the pocket? You think I've not already tried that avenue?""Eliana—"No!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the thick air. "How am I supposed to stop when your father still tries to kill me? When every animal with my blood in their veins is a target on feet?" Nathaniel's lips opened, but she was far from finished."My father—Benedict—he did his duty. He planted skeletons of your family to keep everyone safe. But your grandfather? He was laundering money and on the board of my father's company! And now your father's attempting to cover up every loose end—including my family!"Nathaniel's face contorted, shame reddening every part of it."I did not know," Nathaniel panted.
For an instant, the room held its breath. No one breathed. Even the fire paused in its flicker, as if respecting her silent declaration of war against the life she did not desire.Then Nathaniel moved back as if she had slapped him."Eliana," Nathaniel growled, "you don't have to—"“But I do,” she cut in. “You both keep looking at me like I’m going to fall apart. Like I’m not capable of making hard choices.”She blinked fiercely, her throat tightening. "But I've made hard choices since the day your dad enter into our lives. Since the day I learned your dad planning to kill me and he included my brother Saben. And then you came along with your deals and your sweet lies, and I let myself think—I for a split second believed—maybe I could have something normal."Nathaniel opened his lips, but nothing came out.Damian stood stock still, as if someone had winded him.Eliana let go of the back of the frayed armchair as if she were the sole thing holding her together."Do you think I want thi
The room was dim, the wan gray light creeping through holes in the drapes. Eliana stood with arms crossed against her chest at the window, observing as the sky changed — black to blue, as if the world breathed in.She didn't catch the door's opening.Didn't catch the steps.But sensed him.Nathaniel."You should be sleeping," he whispered, his eyes closing as he closed the door.She didn't glance around. "So should you."A silence.Then his arrival at her."I couldn't sleep," he admitted.Her whisper a secret shared. "Neither could I."He stood behind her. Close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to inhale the scent of her.But he didn't.Because he knew better.For if he'd have touched her back at the time, Nathaniel wasn't sure he ever would have let her go."Do you remember Nathaniel," Eliana gasped, "the first time we met?"Nathaniel smiled faintly. "It was your birthday that time ,You got mad at me easily?"Eliana smiled bitterly. "You were arrogant.""You were fire.""I
Dmitri’s smile stretched slow and serpentine across his face, eyes glinting like a blade catching light. “Good. Very good.”Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant. “You’re playing with fire, Eliana.”She stood tall, despite the quake in her chest. “Then let me burn.”Damian whistled low. "Remind me never to mess with you."Dmitri clapped once, the sound echoing through the warehouse like a shot. "Now we're getting somewhere. I like her. Too bad she's saddled with idiots."Nathaniel's glare could've softened steel. "If she gets hurt—""You'll do what? Growl at me?" Dmitri teased. "Relax, Harper. I'm not asking her to smuggle plutonium. Yet." He winked at Eliana.She didn't flinch. "What's the delivery?"Dmitri pulled out a weathered manila envelope from a locked drawer beneath the bar. “Coordinates. Names. A package.” He tossed it on the table. “You’ll take it to an old contact of mine. Neutral ground. He’ll trade it for something that might just help all of us survive William Harper.
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