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I may never know what happiness means in my life, until I lie limp and content in the highest bedroom in the middle of the city. Knowing that the man I was with was my husband, my soul mate. I have always been made aware of his manly attitude, but no matter how much he touches in my body, he always gives it exactly, excessively yet so deliciously that my skin is bristling. No matter my tears flowed and my body was shaken, I felt elated. I'm lucky to have him now. Thanks, God.

And the man was still asleep beside me. Some of her calves were wrapped around a blanket, while other parts of her body were plastered sexy and real. Oh my goodness, my wounded husband.

I'd love to hug her. Wanted to stifle the anger in him. But I say because he looks so tired. There's a frown around his forehead. There were moist tears and sweat from the temple to the skin of his neck. Although his breathing was calm, I could feel there were still remnants of destruction that were trembling faintly in his body.

I squeezed the sheets beside my thighs, desperately wanting to hug my husband who was holding the wounds on both his hands and heart. But she needs more sleep than my arms this morning. I lifted my heart while watching it. His face was unusually handsome as well as his body was strong and perfect. And every breath of her warm and seductive.

Then the husband I loved opened his eyes. When he found me sitting on my heels beside him, he gasped and wanted to get up. His hand was ready to grab me. But I questioned him by putting my palm on his thumping chest. For God's sake, I feel even happier.

There was a feeling that urged me to cry, but I held back because I just wanted my husband to witness my smile. I want to show you how grateful I am to be around him. "I just thought you needed your sleep more than my arms this morning. Then magically you suddenly wake up and want to pull me to your side. I feel like you can hear my heart even when you're asleep. Or indeed our souls have really been fused. Or maybe you really are an amazing man. I don't know. All I know is that I love you so much, Sean."

"God knows how much I need your embrace to face everything, Franda." muttered my husband, with his voice still hoarse and lazy. But her blue eyes were already very burning and she reached out to me, "Come here. Hugged me with you, baby."

I didn't wait another second, I stormed into his warm, masculine-scented body. My head was lying on his chest while my hands were holding him and my pair of legs were twisting his calves. I hugged him very tight. I wish nothing would separate us.

"Nobody separates us, Franda. Even the emotions inside me." said Sean, who made me look up and look at him in amazement.

"What are you doing, asshole? Once again you can hear the voice in my heart." I muttered in teasing and tearful tones.

My husband's handsome lips curled beautifully. His eyes are smiling. But his fingers moved fretfully around my wet cheeks. "Come, Franda. As long as I can forever hold your hand then I will turn into whatever you expect. But my jerk attitude is very unacceptable. You don't deserve it. I feel so ashamed of you, Franda."

I moved my body up. Pasting my plain body on the surface of her tight and warm body. My palm clasped his face that was fidgeting. "Nobody was hurt. You gave me a very nice and wonderful wedding. It was not a punishment, but an amazing gift. I didn't even have time to beg because you had already given her so firmly to me that I was about to die. No marriage is that beautiful and you created it for me."

"Franda," he said. "Why are you so good, and why are you so sincere?"

My skin creeped out as Sean's hand rubbed my innocent shoulder. With the ease of touch and aura my husband made me feel a new desire even though the remnants of last night's pleasure still felt on my thigh. "I'm just being myself when I'm with you, Sean. And you're being yourself when you're with me.

For the first time after noticing her being hit from yesterday afternoon until midnight last night, I could see the charming laughter of my husband again. Laughter that implies affection. The last laugh. A sexy laugh. Laughter featuring her neat and clean teeth. Laughter that makes my stomach tickle. The laughter that made my heart be invaded by love. With a seductive smile in her mouth, she seduced me. "And now you're the one who's pouting."

"Franda," he persuaded, tucking the strands of my hair that were draped on the cheek into the middle of the ear. "You've been bewitching me since the first time I saw you. Do you remember when you asked me to accompany me to the club?"

I'm nodding. Thinking back on that awkward and embarrassing moment made my cheeks hot. I remember forcing her into a club and getting so drunk that she had to stay at her apartment.

"I often regret the opportunity I missed. If I had forced you to sleep with me that night, we wouldn't have waited this long. I must have heard your screams every night since that day."

My pulse is racing. I was shaking on his chest, "Yes, God. It'll be so beautiful."

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're so charming." I'm talking.

Because my eyes were too bright and foggy of passion at the same time, he rebuked me with a wild and warm tone, "What's up, Franda. What am I supposed to do to fulfill your beautiful eye's request?"

I looked down with a blushed face. My trembling fingers danced to his chest, "You didn't let me touch you last night by keeping your wrists tight. I really wanted to touch you because what I felt was amazing. But that doesn't change what happened last night, yeah. I am very satisfied and grateful. But touching you, the man I love the most is also one of my gifts."

"Do it." he muttered, pleading with a commanding tone as well.

I turned my gaze from her chest that was field and the lines of her beautiful abdominal muscles to look back at her already narrowed eyes teasingly, "Hm. but my fingers are trembling."

She laughs. It then displays the most sexual smile of a man who is also very sexual. "Touch me as much as you can, honey. But I'm suggesting you don't touch the area or you know what's going to happen."

I bit my lower lip to tease her, "What's going on here?" my question, touching his manhood. "I wonder what's going to happen, honey."

"Frandah!"

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