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His Mail Order Bride 57. Devon
Morning sunlight streams through the curtains into the room, landing on my face, gently rousing me from my sleep. I stretch and yawn, feeling the remnants of last night's activities still lingering on my body. I turn my head to the side, and my breath hitches as I take in the sight of Jessica lying beside me, my gaze blurry. Rubbing my eyes to clear away sleep, I move away from her, picking up my spare glasses that I had stored away in the bedside drawer and putting them on. My gaze clears, and I return to Jessica, who is still asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her lips slightly parted in peaceful repose. The gentle hues of sunrise paint her skin with a soft glow, and I'm struck by how beautiful she looks even in the early morning light.Her brown hair is spread like clouds on the pillows, tendrils sticking to her face. My gaze wanders to my hands around her waist, pressing her close to me, her body warm and glowing under the sunlight. Staring dazedly at her sleeping
His Mail Order Bride 58. Jessica.
Devon and I hurry back to the resort, somehow managing to be civilized individuals until our suite door is closed behind us. Devon gazes at me with an intense look in his eyes, one that is filled with a mixture of desire and affection that sends shivers down my spine. It's like we're sharing a secret, a thrilling anticipation that only we understand. He crashes his lips into mine, grabbing my face as he deepens the kiss. I'm hyper-aware of the way his fingers brush against mine, a simple touch that ignites a fire within me. My skin tingles at the memory of his hands on me, the way they explored every inch of my body, leaving me breathless and wanting more.I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss deepens. Time seems to stand still as our bodies press against each other, the heat of his skin searing through the fabric of our clothes. His hands find their way to my waist, his touch sending shockwaves through me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, devouring me, making
His Mail Order Bride 59. Jessica.
As the private jet begins its descent into San Francisco, a mixture of emotions swirls within me. The turquoise waters of Mauritius, the tropical paradise where Devon and I spent our honeymoon, are now replaced by the familiar skyline of the city I call home. My heart quickens with anticipation, a bittersweet feeling that tugs at my chest. It's been an incredible week of sunsets, laughter, and stolen moments with Devon, and yet, there's a part of me that's glad to be back.My fingers trace the outline of my wedding ring, a constant reminder of the promise we made to each other. I glance at Devon, who's sitting beside me, his hand resting on my thigh. His touch is reassuring, grounding me in the reality that I'm not alone in this journey. His gaze meets mine, and a soft smile curves his lips. "Ready to be back, Mrs. Reeves?" he asks, his voice warm and tender.I return his smile, my heart fluttering at the sound of my new name. "I am," I reply, my voice carrying a mix of excitement and
His Mail Order Bride Special Chapter 1. Jessica.
*Note* The contents of this chapter takes place when Jessica is on her way to meet Zachary (between Chapter 45-46 for more clarification) her internal thoughts and what she did to protect herself. it is not meant to take away from the main story but rather to serve a eye-opener on what really happened since I know a few people will be confused. That being said, let's enjoy reading!!!Jessica.Driving out of the house and into the streets, I grip the steering wheel tightly; my heart pounds in my chest, knuckles turning white under the strain. Thunder rumbles ahead and there are flashes of lightning across the darkening sky, the smell of rain heavy. I press my lips together, continuing the journey when every cell in my body tells me to turn back. Tears spring into my eyes, but I blink them back, my breath shaky. I need to end this once and for all.Before long, raindrops begin to splatter on the windshield, and soon the downpour begins, turning the entire world grey. The rain, like my em
His Mail Order Bride Special Chapter 2. Devon.
*Note* The contents of this chapter takes place after Devon discovers the crashed car on the highway, (between chapters 47-48 for more clarification) his internal thoughts and what happened afterwards. it is not meant to take away from the main story but to act as an eye-opener since some of you might be confused. With that being said, let's enjoy reading!Devon.Still standing in the rain, blurring my vision as I scour the streets for any sign of Jessica amidst the pouring rain. Nothing. She's no longer here; Zachary already has her. Kicking the wet ground in frustration, I run my hands through my hair, trying to figure out the next course of action. The cold rain is biting into my skin, but that is the least of my problems. Panic courses through my veins as minutes turn into eternity, the pounding in my heart getting louder, and the rain blinding me. Every second feels like a lifetime, and I can't shake off the feeling that I'm running out of time. Knowing there's nothing I can do he
His Mail Order Bride Side story: 1. Jessica.
(This is a spin-off from the main ending. it continues months after the surprise party thrown by Jessica for Emma, presumably the time she resumes for university. Thank you for your support for this story)"Jess, do you think I packed enough socks?" Emma asks, holding up a colorful bundle of socks for my inspection. Her room is a whirlwind of clothes, books, and the general chaos of packing for college. I chuckle, surveying the piles of stuff strewn across her bed and floor. "Emma, you've got enough socks to last you through a Siberian winter, let alone a Boston fall," I tease, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. She pouts and shoves them into her bag, going through her wardrobe once more. "You can never have too many socks. The last thing I want to do is run out of socks," she murmurs, her lips scrunched up in displeasure."What if I meet some cute guy in a laundromat, and he's short on socks? I could save the day!" She suggests, shrugging as she walks around.I laugh at
His Mail Order Bride Side story 2. Jessica.
The house is quiet since it's nighttime, the remnants of the road trip still echoing in the air. Emma is safely settled into her new life at Harvard, her laughter and chatter absent from the rooms she once filled with vibrant energy. I sit at the dining table, my laptop open before me, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. It's a simple click away, a mere press of the "Submit" button, and my application to the nearby university will be on its way. Yet, the weight of that action presses on my chest like a heavy stone. I swallow, the gulp resounding in my ears as I feel that single drop of sweat slide down my back.Ten years. It has been a decade since I walked away from my studies, leaving behind dreams of a career and a future that faded into the background of life's other demands. A decade of nurturing my sisters, of supporting Sophie, of being Emma's guardian and finally a wife to Devon. But now, in the quiet of the house, the silence echoes with the resounding question: Is it too
His Mail Order Bride Side story 3: Jessica.
The sun sets over San Francisco, casting a warm, golden glow through the windows of our house. I sit at my desk, bathed in the soft evening light, with my laptop open in front of me. It's been days since I submitted my application to the University of San Francisco, and the waiting is driving me to the brink of madness. I can't stop checking my phone and laptop, hoping for something, anything.With each passing minute, my anxiety deepens. My eyes dart anxiously between the email application and my silent phone, as if my mere gaze could summon a response. My heart races with each refresh of my inbox, but the familiar empty screen greets me every time. No response. No news. Just silence.I sigh, leaning back in my chair and running a hand through my hair. The uncertainty gnaws at me, a relentless, unrelenting force that refuses to let me be. The future I had envisioned for myself, one filled with academic pursuits, has become a hazy dream, slipping further from my grasp with each passin
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His Mail Order Bride Authors note!
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His Mail Order Bride Side story 11. Jessica.
I step onto the yacht, the salty breeze caressing my face and tousling my hair. The sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the waters. It's a breathtaking sight, but what's even more astonishing is the scene before me. The deck is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. But what truly captures my attention is the group of people gathered there, waiting for me.As I walk further into the yacht, my eyes meet Devon's, and a smile spreads across his face. He approaches me, his eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, I feel a surge of overwhelming emotion. This man, my husband, has orchestrated this beautiful surprise to celebrate my acceptance into the University of San Francisco. I can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude and love for him.I blink in surprise, my heart fluttering with a mixture of confusion and joy. Devon approaches
His Mail Order Bride Side story 10. Jessica
The hum of the engines fills the air as the private jet soars through the sky, carrying us back to San Francisco. I sit comfortably in the plush leather seat, gazing out of the window at the breathtaking view below. The sun casts a golden glow over the landscape, painting the world in hues of warmth and tranquility. After a splendid week of excitement and laughter, I'm glad to be finally back home.As I watch the clouds pass by, my mind drifts back to the short but delightful trip we just had in Italy. The memories flood my thoughts, each one a precious gem that I hold close to my heart. The ancient ruins, the charming streets, the mouthwatering cuisine - it was a whirlwind of experiences that left an indelible mark on my soul.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like a gentle wave. I can still feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my skin, the taste of gelato lingering on my tongue. The laughter and joy we shared, the moments of quiet reflection - it was a journey
His Mail Order Bride Side story 9. Jessica.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Devon lays me down, gently pulling out of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I cling to him, breathing in his scent, his body heat filling me with warmth. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only remnants of a passionate moment we've just shared. Our breathing has slowed, our entwined bodies a testament to the intimacy we've just experienced. In the hush of the post-ecstasy silence, we lie together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing with the echoes of our connection."Should we clean up?" He offers after a while. I shake my head, closing my eyes."Too tired." I mumble in a sleepy voice. "Okay," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle as he snuggle with me, shaking an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. "How are you feeling though?" He adds, his voice gentle and full of concern. My fingers trace lazy patterns on Devon's chest, my touch gentle and affectionate. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the steady
His Mail Order Bride Side story 8. Jessica.
"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m
His Mail Order Bride Side story 7. Devon.
We continue with our tour afterward, visiting various tourist hotspots before deciding to have lunch in the city. As we explore the coastal villages, Jessica and I indulge in the culinary delights of the region. We savor freshly caught seafood, perfectly cooked pasta dishes, and share bites of cannoli filled with sweet ricotta cream. I can't help but admire the way Jessica's eyes light up with each new flavor, her appreciation for the local cuisine adding to the joy of our journey."This is so good," Jessica mumbles as she takes a bite of a freshly made Italian pizza, rolling her eyes. Passing it to me, she smiles, her eyes glinting. "Here, you should try it," she urges. Gazing at the outstretched pizza slice in her hands, I shake my head, a corner of my lips quirking up.Smiling, I take a bite from her outstretched piece, licking up the sauce that has run down her hands. Chewing it and gobbling it down, I finish the whole piece and lick her fingers clean. She grimaces at the sight."
His Mail Order Bride Side story 6. Devon.
The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of
His Mail Order Bride Side story 5. Jessica.
Nodding once, he pushes me closer, capturing my lips with his, his lips firm yet petal soft against mine and I surrender, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I wind my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Nipping at my bottom lip, he sucks on her before pulling away to stare at me with dark eyes, my heart pounding. Then, leans in to kiss me even more ferociously.The taste of his lips is intoxicating, I practically melt against him. I have waited so long to feel it again. Devon kisses me like a starving man, while his fingers trace a gentle path down my back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightens on me, drawing me even closer. he pulls away to stare at me, his breathing heavy."This is better now?" He asks, caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, brushing my hair away from my face. I shake my head, a playful smile adorning my lips."Not really." I mutter and a corner of his lips turn up but doesn't form a smile as his hands reach for the towel, pulling it free. He watche
His Mail Order Bride Side story 4. Jessica.
The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee
