บททั้งหมดของ REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

It was just the two of them, completely alone in this intimate moment. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way their bodies connected, moving together in a perfect, sensual rhythm. Every touch, every caress from Alvin sent sparks flying through Patricia's skin, igniting her senses. His fingers traced invisible patterns on her bare flesh, setting her alight in a way that made her breath hitch. The intensity in his gaze bore into her, a silent declaration that stirred something deep within her chest, something that she was afraid to acknowledge.Patricia could feel her heart pounding wildly, but she willed herself to remain composed. There was a gentle warmth in Alvin's touch, something soft and tender in the way his hands roamed her body, but she tried to push that feeling away. She didn’t want to let emotions seep into what was happening between them. She feared that if she allowed herself to feel too much, she'd open herself to the possibility of pain aga

Patricia could feel her pulse thundering in her ears, her body alight with anticipation as Alvin loomed over her. His sheer size, his presence, was overwhelming, a potent mix of power and desire that seemed to crush the air from her lungs. She tried to manage her expectations, knowing that with Alvin, nothing was ever simple. From the moment they began this affair, she had always sensed that her life would never be the same.But when he entered her, she forgot everything. “Oh God, you're so big, Alvin! Mmmnnn—”The stretch was indescribable. Her body clenched around him, trying to accommodate his size as he filled her, hitting the deepest parts of her in ways that made her feel like she was unraveling from the inside out. Her hips instinctively arched toward him, seeking more of that delicious pressure, the sensation of being consumed. Every nerve ending was on fire, tingling with electric pleasure as his body moved over hers, slowly, deliberately. His pelvis pressed tightly against

Alvin collapsed beside her, his body spent and glistening with the sheen of exertion. The bed seemed to cradle the weight of his exhaustion as he wrapped his strong, tired arms around Patricia. His chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths, matching the rhythm of hers. Like her, Alvin's body felt like a wrung-out towel—drained and weak after the raw intensity of what they had just shared. Even though his warmth had retreated, leaving only his presence pressed against her side, Patricia could still feel the ghostly sensation of him inside her. The slow, lingering pulses of pleasure rippled through her core, making her tremble beneath the cool breeze wafting into the room.Each whisper of air against her damp skin seemed to remind her of the breathtaking heights they had just ascended together. She bit her lip, her mind reeling as she tried to process it all. She never imagined that such ecstasy, so consuming and profound, could exist. Yet here she was, basking in the afterglow of a

"Good morning, son," Mang Lope greeted Alvin as he came down the stairs. The old man’s voice was calm and soothing, as if he had been up for hours already, embracing the quiet peace of the dawn. There was something timeless in his tone, a sense of routine and unhurried purpose that matched the steady rhythm of rural mornings.Alvin’s eyes wandered to the kitchen, where Mang Lope was standing by the small stove. The familiar clatter of pots and pans filled the air, accompanied by the savory scent of fried eggs and longganisa. A soft plume of steam rose from the sizzling pan, curling upwards and dispersing into the air, bringing with it the rich aroma of garlic and spices."Good morning to you too, Mang Lope," Alvin replied, his voice bright, despite the early hour. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the old man deftly flip the eggs in the pan, his hands steady, almost graceful, as though he had been doing this for decades.The small kitchen was bathed in the warm, golden light o

"Stop that," Patricia said softly, breaking the intense eye contact with Alvin. His gaze lingered on her, heavy with an unspoken intensity, as if he could see straight into her soul.She swallowed, her heart quickening in response, but she turned her back to him, retreating into the mundane task of clearing the table. She took the plates with slow, deliberate movements and carried them to the sink, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned on the water. The familiar sound of it splashing against the dishes filled the silence, but her mind was anything but calm.The weight of the moment pressed down on her, thick and inescapable, as though the very air between them had changed. There was something unspoken in Alvin's words, something she wasn’t ready to confront.“I feel like going for a walk,” Alvin said, his voice steady but carrying a deeper undertone, a kind of quiet insistence that tugged at her. “I want to show you a part of the forest we haven’t explored yet.”Patricia paused