A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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I'm becoming selfish.
I'm getting used to him.
And I know it's going to cut me deep and leave a horrible scar in my heart.
My father made me believe that love was superficial and that women shouldn't be delusional and seek for a man's love. The only thing that mattered to my mother and father growing up was his job. I naturally assumed that a good husband was a husband who did his job well and had no time for his family.
I pressed a small kiss on his precious lips before pulling away.
Warm tears descended down my cheeks and I didn't understand why. Breaking the chains of my past was much harder than I thought, for it still held me down in the present.
He must've found my behaviour utterly bewildering, but it's out of my control. I don't feel sad in the slightest because Zayden is with me. He doesn't know he's my light.
Before I could wipe away my tears and calm myself down, he rushed in to cup my face and smashed his lips against mine. His thumbs began wiping the moisture off of my cheeks as he fiercely kissed me with every fibre of his being. I gripped his shirt and angled my face to kiss him back with the same force.
I don't want him to stop.
Not this time.
I let go of the rose and ran my fingers through his lush wavy hair. The richness and softness of his entire body was enough to drain the chaos from out of my mind, and his kisses were so needy and protective that I forgot about everything else I ever knew.
He's intoxicating and I love it.
I raised one of my leg and rubbed it against his thigh desperately. Getting the cue, in no time he raised me up and I ended up wrapping my legs around his waist. We continued kissing each other more passionately than ever and I didn't think we could resist each other any longer.
I opened my mouth to breathe but he took the chance to slid his tongue and run it against mine. He tasted so fine and his entire body smelled like roses. He was the only rose I truly needed.
He devoured my lips like a hungry monster but something about it felt heavenly and less sinful. I attempted to let out a whimper, but it sounded more like a moan. His lips curled upwards and I felt him smirking at my reaction.
Feeling the hold of his mighty hands getting tighter on my butt cheeks, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pushed my body forward. The only thing obstructing us from getting closer were our clothes at this point. Never in my life have I wanted to take off my clothes this badly as I wanted to today.
