Sheyla García

Just one kiss, and I want to take off my clothes and let him make me his right here, in the lake, on the sweet damp grass from this afternoon’s drizzle. 
I want more of this stranger who makes me crave forbidden acts. 
“God... What have you done to me?” my voice sounds hoarse even to my own ears. 
“You belong to me. That’s why you respond like this.” His words are so strange, but they ring so true to me. 
Tatiana Mattew is offered as payment to a widowed man to be his wife so her father can pay off the colossal debt they owe to corrupt bankers.
She has no desire to marry, much less to this man whose nickname is the Shady One. However, Tatiana is in love with her longtime boyfriend, Lucian. Now she will be forced to tell him about her impending marriage with that stranger.
Dario Magghio, since his wife died giving birth to their only child, has lost his joy and faith in humanity. Since then, he has dedicated himself to taking care of his son Dante and his business has been failing. For this reason, he decides to get married so that his son will have the care and love he needs, which he feels he is unable to provide. Only then can he focus on his business and forget the pain of watching his son grow up without his mother.
Life brings them an unexpected twist and news that will either leave them in emotional misery or absolute and eternal joy.
Life presents second chances in love, even third chances, even if we are blind not to want to see it and deaf to not listen to the cries of sadness and anguish heard around us.

Runaway Bride

<p>His hands caress my body. They run slowly up my waist and back. They run over my abdomen and my breasts. I feel him everywhere, and I like that. It fascinates me. Combined with the memories of the night before our wedding and this moment, plus the longing I had to see him and know that he came out of the surgery well, the desire I feel is voracious. I need to possess him. I need to feel him everywhere, to feel that I am his and he is mine. </p>

<p>Without knowing how and why, I gently push him to the edge of the bed, still with our mouths entwined and our lips in a dramatic story of unbridled pleasure. We end up lying with our arms and legs entwined. He starts to take off my dress without delicacy. I don’t care what happens and throw it on the floor. I undo the buttons covering Darío’s slightly hairy chest. I am anxious; my hands shake as I hold him for a couple of seconds. </p>

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