He sucked each of her nipples deep into his mouth, drawing each in as far as possible.Freya moaned and rubbed her sex against him. She tried to pull h...m up, but he refused.Taking his time, he explored both sides of her neck and planted little kisses across her face. When she tried to reach between them, he moved her hand.Sitting back, He let his hands cover her mound as his thumbs massaged her lips. Her sweaty body glistened in the candlelight as it twisted to his rhythm. Freya’s head moved. I loved that boy and I loved him more than I could love anyone in this world, and I will never call a ceremony marking the end of his tenure in our lives ‘beautiful’ because it was horrific, plain and simple FUCKING horrific. I can’t talk about that any more. In the last year and a bit you’d gone under counseling, I thought it truly had helped, I really did. Your marriage was as strong as ever, you fed off each other for strength when it was hard to get by without Bradley Scott. It just seemed. Sometimes Faith felt things that she knew she wasn’t supposed to. Inside she felt wild and excited and for a moment free. But then she tightened her corset and reminded herself that that wasn’t how ladies acted. When she saw her mother sometimes she knew that she felt the same. And she was a respectable lady, so maybe it would be alright, maybe she could control these feelings. As the preparations continued around her Faith felt bored. She had been given no say in what she wanted at her Ball.. He fucked friends of my mom, my little brother’s teacher, and numerous hookers. It was tough to learn that the image that I had of my father was nothing like he was in real life.I swore that I would never be like him. I swore that I’d never go down the rabbit hole. I swore that the day I got married. I swore that the day my two sons were born. It’s something I swore the moment I wake-up in the morning, and right before I’d go to sleep.But man was it hard. I had thoughts. I had desires. I had.