I move my hips to match Victor, meeting him stroke for stroke. His breath comes fast, his back curled so that he can raise his hips higher, get further inside of me. I’m gasping now, gasping for air, gasping for release. I want more of him as he pounds into me, the rhythm of him carrying my passion

“I can’t live like this.” I spread my hands to my sides, encompassing everything – everything we feel, everything we’ve experienced, all the complications of his wedding, and the boys, and my father. “I tried, Victor. It’s not working.” “It’s fine, Evelyn,” he growls, leaning forward. “It was one s

“I don’t know, baby,” I say, taking a deep breath. “He sent down all your presents, but he probably wants to spend Christmas with Amelia. She’s going to be his wife very soon, and they’re going to build a family.” “But we’re his family,” Ian whines. “I know, and you always will be,” I say. “But…th

“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.” The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are

I smile my gratitude at him, but pull the boys down nonetheless. I think I’m going to like this butler. “If there’s anything else, madame?...” the butler asks, bowing again. “No, thank you,” I say, crossing the room again the collect our luggage. He nods his head and starts for the door, but I sto