What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
In a world filled with danger and betrayal, Ana Rose embarks on a...
After the flames of our intimate passion faded, I realize I'm not just satisfied—I'm genuinely happy. That's a feeling I can no longer find with Marco. There's something exhilarating about being here, beside him, basking in the comforting glow of his presence. I can't help but admire his figure, each detail sparking a flutter in my heart as I caress it gently and feel the warmth that emanates from his pure soul.
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Every time we meet, it feels like I'm drawn deeper into his world, leaving me craving more with each encounter. It's as if I can't get enough of him, and I always find myself wanting to experience just a little bit more.
"You truly make me happy," I whisper, gently brushing my fingers along his bare arm.
"Is this just another one of your lies?" he responds with a playful grin, his gaze piercing through me.
"Can you please stop that?" I shoot back, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. "It frustrates me that you don't trust me."
"I'm sorry, Ana," he murmurs, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Sometimes it's hard for me to tell if you genuinely mean what you say or if you're just trying to make me feel better for a moment."
I gently cradle his face in my hands, our eyes locking in an intense gaze. With sincerity etched into my voice, I reply, "This time, I truly mean it."
Just as he opens his mouth to respond, my phone buzzes sharply, interrupting the moment. It's a call from Marco. Oh no, not now!
Xavier meets my gaze, a flicker of sadness lingering in his eyes. He rises from the bed and turns to walk away.
"I'll just let you answer him. I'm going to take a shower now," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
But something in me jolts awake, and I reach out, grabbing his arm with unexpected urgency. "Stay! Please, I won't answer." The plea escapes my lips before I can think, a desperate bid to hold onto the moment.
"What?" he says, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Why?"
"Because this is our moment, and I want to savor it without any interruptions," I reply softly, gently pulling him back onto the bed, my phone buzzing away in the background, ignored.
"Are you sure?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. "You don't have to do this just to make me feel better—"
I cut him off gently but firmly. "Stop! I'm telling you, it's not about that. I want this moment to be just for us—no distractions, just you and me." My tone conveys the sincerity of my feelings, and I can see he begins to understand.
I slowly go on top of him, I tilt my head and I lose myself in another electrifying kiss from his lips. His fingers weave through my hair with a playful touch, and I can feel the warmth of his affection. He radiates a sense of being truly cherished, as if he's finally receiving the love and appreciation he so rightly deserves.
