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Ema's pov - He then left my lips with a last suck slid down peppering kisses on the corner of my lips down to chin and back to jaw. He then goes down and places sloppy wet kisses on my neck to shoulder blades and nibble there. Meanwhile, his finger reached down to tease my core which was wet again. He starts circling his finger around the clit. And he didn't need to do much for that but still to make me beg and cry near him he massages my clit and inner muscles as I feel aroused again. My insides churns up tightly and he pushes his finger inside me pumping it in and out and as I was to release again he sternly asks me to hold on and with that in a jerk he inserts two more fingers making me yelp in pain which is replaced with the wave of ecstasy. "Fuck…!!! You are damn tight and hungry to release I guess. But wait till I command", he says. 'What the hell.. are we practicing to fuck or really doing that already?' I scream in my head. 'Well if you still don't know then pity you dear'
Abigail's pov -The past ten days have been a blur of emotions and turmoil. Ever since the truth came crashing down upon me, revealing that Michael, the man I loved and married, was responsible for the loss of my parents, my world has been turned upside down. The pain is unbearable, and I've been avoiding him as much as possible, unable to face the one who shattered my world.The rooftop has become my sanctuary during these trying times. It's a place where I can escape the suffocating walls of our home and find a fleeting moment of solace. As I sit here now, with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in my hands and my laptop open before me, I feel a semblance of peace wash over me. The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me.I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me
Michael's pov -The weight of the day's revelations hangs heavy on my shoulders as I step into our bedroom. The conversation with Abby replays in my mind like a broken record, her words echoing with a haunting intensity. The claim she made, asserting once again to be Tuberose, the mysterious writer whose identity has eluded us for so long, is like a persistent thorn in my thoughts.I let out a deep sigh as I came to stand by the bed, my frustration seeping through my every pore. It's as if every time I attempt to mend the fragile threads of our relationship, to leave the past behind and move forward, something pulls us back into the abyss of doubt and uncertainty.I slump onto the bed, my tired body sinking into the mattress. Closing my eyes, I attempt to shut out the chaotic storm of emotions raging within me. But even as I try to find solace in the darkness behind my eyelids, her eyes, those eyes that held a certain undeniable truth, continue to haunt me.I clench my fists and punch
Jack's pov -The hospital corridor stretches before me, sterile and dimly lit, as I make my way toward the small haven of hope where my thoughts have been wandering. The weight of concern presses against my chest, the anticipation of news tugging at my every step. I pause for a moment outside the hospital room, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves before I dial the number that's become all too familiar.Chloe's voice is a welcomed melody on the other end, a balm to my restless soul. "Hello?" she answers, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion that tugs at my heart."Hey, Chloe. It's Jack," I reply, my voice softening with genuine care. "I was just wondering how your father's doing."A sigh of relief seems to escape her lips. "Jack, thank you for asking. He's actually doing better. The doctors are saying they might be able to bring him home in a couple of days."I can't help but chuckle, my worries momentarily alleviated. "That's great to hear, Chloe. I'm really glad he's improving
***Mature content*** Ema's pov - It's been more than a week but those memories are as fresh as a new budding flower. It wasn't some loving memory nor was it one to behold as but still it still manages to send a tickle on me. That mere moment with him being bare naked and me lying beneath me sends jolt sparks through me as closing my eyes and recall how his hands moved against my body and then he fucked me till no end. Damn!! Ahmm, a moan escapes through my lips as the whole scenario itself manages to turn me on and make me horny. Fuck… what are you, huh? A Greek fucking God or some black magic specialist? Why do I still find myself wet even with the thoughts? Fuck you, bastard! I hate you for this!!! I hate you for hovering over my mind, I seethe. And draw my hand back from my wet core which I subconsciously massaged as I was thinking about him doing so. I wore my satin night dress top back, unbothered to wear my bra first. It's 1:30 pm in the afternoon and I just woke up only to
William's pov -Ema returns back with a cup of coffee and a glass of water with a few snacks to eat but how to tell her all I need is her to be devoured and not this? Sighing I pass a small smile and sip on my coffee while she walks to her chair, sitting opposite of mine. We discussed our project and then she opened a file on her laptop to discuss it further but my eyes lingered more on her and the valley of her cleavage. Not to forget the marks I left on her were still faintly visible which made my cock twist in pain. Was I that much wild?I was definitely trying to be a saint but it was getting impossible for me with the passing of time. Especially after eye fucking her already, knowing it's a good time and chance, and also this time I don't why but I feel she is dying for the same. Let's start then, but not make it too obvious. I want to see how she reacts to my stunt."Ummm… can you just turn it here and stand beside me. Actually, I'm focusing out due to the distance and your lo
William's pov -"Fuck… just suck them already!", she screams on my face as I tease her nipples in a slow manner with the tip of my fingers and brush it from them giving pressure."Beg for it, baby… I want you to beg for an instant to order me!", I mused and she looked into my eyes."Beg.. beg for it", I demand as my dick moves up and down from her throbbing sex, which was dripping wet for me to lick on it."Please… please… suck on my nipples and thrust inside me. Puh-lease!!", she cries out and a sinister smirk dances on my lips."That's like a good girl. And now I may grant your wish princess", I mused.My mouth latched on her erect pink bud while my hand rubbed her clit. She was wet enough for me to slide inside but I wanted to take it slow and steady, enjoying every bit. She moans, cries, and breathes irrationally as the pressure inside her builds again and I make her stop. I left her bosom and slid down more as she leaned backward by herself with my hand on her other bosom. My tong
Abigail's pov -I am immersed in my writing, my thoughts entwined with the intricate threads of a new plot. It sounds promising, at least in the confines of my own mind. If I'm content with it, perhaps my readers will be too. My fingers tap rhythmically on the keyboard, each keystroke a dance of creativity as I attempt to weave words into a captivating tapestry.But despite my fervent efforts, I find myself facing an invisible barrier, a daunting blockade that hinders the flow of inspiration. Writer's block, they call it. The bane of every writer's existence. I bite the back of my pen, a habit I've developed over time as if trying to extract ideas from its plastic casing. It's frustrating, maddening even, to feel the words slipping through my fingers like sand.With a sigh, I remove my reading glasses and rub my temples. Maybe a short break will do me good. My gaze falls upon Michael's photo frame, a small island of comfort amidst the storm of my thoughts. I pick it up, gazing at his s
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su
Abigail's POV -Two weeks have passed since that dramatic day in the heart of New York City when I gave Michael one last chance. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but the most important thing is that he's recovering well. I've been dividing my time between the hospital and home, and even though he's eager to come home, I've insisted on staying by his side at the hospital.Honestly, I can't help but be a bit possessive. I don't like the idea of nurses fussing over him, even if it's for his own good. And, to my relief, it seems that Mick has noticed too.Today, I'm driving to the hospital from home. As I enter his room, I see one of the nurses talking animatedly with Mick, both of them sharing a friendly smile. My heart gives an involuntary pang, and a touch of jealousy creeps in. I can't help it; I just want all his attention for myself.Summoning my bravado, I stride over to them, trying to mask my irritation with a polite smile. "Excuse me," I say sweetly to the nurse. "Could you giv
Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for