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The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
Alexander was a man I didn't understand. In the past two days I've spent in his home or at least I assumed it was his home. The man acted like we were friends, he didn't try anything, didn't make any threats. True to his words, no harm came to me as long as I pretended the front door I always passed by didn't exist. Still, I couldn't tell how many times I'd caught myself staring long and hard at it before eventually looking away. Ever since I found myself in that kitchen with Roman, my life has been one dirt road to another. Now…for the first time in my life, I was kidnapped. The sunlight coming through the curtains cast a warm glow across Alexander's living room, illuminating the rows of paintings adorning the walls. I found myself once again drawn to a particular piece – a serene landscape of rolling hills and a tranquil lake that seemed to shimmer even on canvas. As I stood there, lost in thought, Alexander's voice broke through my reverie. "You seem quite taken with that
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"Amelia," he said, his voice now clipped and authoritative, "I need you to go upstairs. Now." Confusion and a hint of fear washed over me as I looked into his hard, green eyes "What? Why? What's going on?" I tensed up when I saw his dark expression. "Please, just do as I say. Go to your room and stay there," I hesitated, torn between the urge to obey and the desire to understand what was happening. "Alexander, is everything okay? Are you in some kind of trouble?" His expression softened slightly, just for a moment. "This is for your benefit, not mine, " He said. Something in his tone – a mix of urgency and what almost sounded like concern – made me nod. "Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "But... you'll explain later?" Alexander's lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "If I can, yes. Now go." I nodded robotically, making my way to the room without another word. Countless thoughts swirling through my mind. As the hours went by, my thoughts turned to Roman
The Forgotten Marriage AMELIA
The drive back was awfully quiet. We had an entourage behind us, the fleet of cars I had seen all following closely behind and Roman didn't seem to notice, or maybe he did. They were with him. He brought all these people just to see Alexander? Who were they? Who was he? I had so many questions, but that dark look on his face had me biting my tongue and staying silent. Instead I found myself staring long and hard at his side profile. The deeper I looked, the more I saw the tired lines around his eyes and the tension in his jaw. His fists were clenched tightly around the poor steering wheel, his knuckles completely white. It must be uncomfortable. I thought to myself as I watched his muscular arm flex, his veins popping up even further. He wore a white dress shirt, the he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, along with black pants that made me realize he was probably wearing a suit at some point. That wasn't what drew me to look at him longer, it was his hair, the roots t
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His tongue caressed every crevice of my mouth, eliciting moan after moans from my throat, every reason not to kiss him was forgotten, rather it was replaced by the irresistible urge to feel his skin against mine, to ride him and watch him come undone beneath me. His lips suddenly pulled away from mine, settling for my neck instead, his kiss was hot, his nibbles stung so good. They sent shivers down my spine, making my lower belly burn as I clenched and unclenched. My body was desperate for something I knew only Roman could give me. He never let go of my hair, not even as he littered kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, then they lowered, stopping just above my collarbone. His lips were no longer touching my skin, rather they were replaced by the unmistakable heat of his heavy breaths. His body was stuff against mine, taut with tension as he pulled impossibly closer. I held my breath. Waiting for something, anything… Instead he was still. I had no idea what he was thin
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“Hmm…” There was so much going through just kind at that moment yet at the same time, it was blank, I couldn't string along a single thought, not with the way his tongue danced acrossed my skin, leaving a trail of wetness from my nipple to my neck. My hands were all over his body, itching to touch every part of him, craving the feel of his hot skin against my palms. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and trailer my fingers up his sculpted abdomen. He was hard, yet his skin was smooth, soft. I wanted to touch him more, enjoying how he stilled and groaned into my neck. “Amelia…” “Mm…” I felt his dick jump, growing harder as it pressed dangerously close to where I wanted it. My hands trailed down slowly, mimicking the actions of his tongue. I unbuckled his belt with one hand, using my other hand to hold on to his shoulder and steady myself. I lowered his zip, my thumb brushing against his dick from his briefs. I held him in my hand, weighing and squeezing gently, just as h
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This wasn't supposed to happen. Still I found myself laying her naked body down on the mattress. Her smooth skin gleaming with sweat, slick from our pent up desires. She was tired. I should have considered that. She fell asleep the second she came down from her high and I sobered up. I lowered the temperature in the bedroom and covered her up, my fingers lingered, on the sheets, on her skin. My gaze rested on her breasts. Her pink nipples were still hard, taunting or maybe calling for attention. I inhaled sharply. Trying to think straight. This wasn't supposed to happen. But still, I watched as her chest rose and fall steadily. Low moans still escaped her lips as they stretched into a satisfied curve. Her eyes were closed, those defiant green orbs were no where in sight and she looked so peaceful, so soft. For weeks I've imagined what it would feel like to be inside of her. I wasn't sure when it started, if it was before her accident or the kiss. I found myself gett
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Somehow, I knew I should have expected it when I woke up alone in that bed. I was spent, sore, deliciously so. I couldn't remember the last time a man made me feel…the way I did. The memory of him inside of me now seared into my brain and a part of me was gleeful. Reminding me that I've just gotten what I've wanted for the past five years. To be with him. But have I really? He wasn't here. I doubted he even spent the night. That shouldn't matter. There were fresh clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed. I got down and observed my surroundings. It was a studio apartment with one room, and quite a view behind the curtains, I realized. We were at the top of a building. Why did he leave? Probably post-nut clarity or what not. He probably regretted it immediately after. Which only served to make me feel worse. Sure what happened complicates things but…does he truly still hate me that much? “What were you expecting? Roses?” I snorted, running my fingers through my hair wit
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“Miss Amelia,” Trenton greeted warmly, helping me with my luggage and handing them over to the maid, Fiona, who looked rather ecstatic to see me. I was unable to show mych enthusiasm though, I was angry exhausted and quite frankly, resisting the urge to break down in tears. I've had many one night stands, I've gotten used to men not wanting me after the first night. After all, they never found me attractive to begin with. But with Roman…I felt insulted. There was no one to blame but myself though. My lack of self control, my inability to remind myself that I am no longer that woman that fell for him all those years ago. I forced a smile. Hugging Trenton. I could tell it caught him off guard. The man and I barely ever showed anything affection to each other. Though I know he cares just as as much as I do. Trenton his slow, but he hugs me back, his large palm patting my back comfortingly. Waves of emotions washed over me, every pent up emotion threatening to be let out. I f
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