Bonded by Love: Chasing My Ex
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“Edward…” I breathed, my voice shaky, barely audible, but he heard it. His eyes darkened, and he leaned down, his mouth hovering near my ear.
“Louder,” he urged, his tone a mix of demand and desire as his fingers pressed deeper, circling with intent. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds building in my throat, but he wasn’t having it.
His other hand tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze as he worked me open, his touch igniting sparks that I couldn’t ignore. A moan slipped out, raw and unguarded, and his smirk widened.
Then he spoke, his voice quieter now, almost tender, but the words cut deeper than any touch. “I hope this time… it takes. I need you to get pregnant, Anna.”
I’m Anna Parker, and my marriage to Edward Frost is nothing but a cold, iron-clad contract. There’s no love here, just his possessive hands, his sharp gaze that tracks my every move, and touches that burn like fire even when my heart screams to pull away.
He keeps asking for a baby, says it’s “for the legacy.” But no, I won’t bring a child into this emptiness, into a marriage where I’m just a vessel for his name.
When I finally worked up the courage to say I want a divorce, he agreed without hesitation—cold, calm, like he was signing a business deal. But even then, his hold lingers. His kisses still make my knees weak, his anger still makes me freeze. I don’t know if I’m escaping a cage, or if I’ll never truly break free of him...
“Louder,” he urged, his tone a mix of demand and desire as his fingers pressed deeper, circling with intent. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds building in my throat, but he wasn’t having it.
His other hand tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze as he worked me open, his touch igniting sparks that I couldn’t ignore. A moan slipped out, raw and unguarded, and his smirk widened.
Then he spoke, his voice quieter now, almost tender, but the words cut deeper than any touch. “I hope this time… it takes. I need you to get pregnant, Anna.”
I’m Anna Parker, and my marriage to Edward Frost is nothing but a cold, iron-clad contract. There’s no love here, just his possessive hands, his sharp gaze that tracks my every move, and touches that burn like fire even when my heart screams to pull away.
He keeps asking for a baby, says it’s “for the legacy.” But no, I won’t bring a child into this emptiness, into a marriage where I’m just a vessel for his name.
When I finally worked up the courage to say I want a divorce, he agreed without hesitation—cold, calm, like he was signing a business deal. But even then, his hold lingers. His kisses still make my knees weak, his anger still makes me freeze. I don’t know if I’m escaping a cage, or if I’ll never truly break free of him...