Amor Y Respeto Libro 소설 & 이야기

Even if all I ever get is the knowledge that I finally became someone worthy of your respect. I'm going to support your work. Implement your programs. Defend your honor. Be better. Not to win you back. Not to ease my guilt. But because it's who I want to be. Who I should have been all along. I love you. I will always love you. But I'm learning that love isn't about holding on. It's about supporting you. Respecting your choices. Wanting your happiness even if it's not with me.

So I turn Amory to face me, I lift her into my arms as she locks her legs around me, and kiss her as I push myself into her. Amory whimpers and moans out into my mouth, before biting my bottom lip. When she lets go, I suck on her neck like a vacuum not giving a fuck if it marks her or not! She screams out my name and trembles through her orgasm before I release right into her. I mean, she’s probably pregnant right now anyway so what difference does it make at this point? “Mi Amor, solo yo de ahora en adelante. Eres mío”, (my love, only me from now on. You’re mine) I say through my huskiness as she leans back against the wall while still in my arms. “Solo tuyo”, (only yours) she whines. “Siem

And she did all, with the help of the man who had fallen in love with her. I couldn't wait to get home and start reading it, so I opened it up and began. The book somehow... seemed to resonate with me, well, for the most part. My dad was awesome, and I love him, but I get Isabella. She struggles to find the good in things and doubts her every move because she is yet to learn to trust and love herself. The more I read the first pages, the more I forgot everything around me, zoning out and delving into the book.

His fingers brushed my cheek, gentle, familiar already. “Lara,” he said softly. “Yes?” “There’s something I want you to understand.” His tone wasn’t heavy—just honest. “I’m not perfect. I won’t always know how to do this right.” I met his gaze, my chest warm. “Neither will I.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “As long as we talk… we’ll be fine.” I nodded. “We will.” He leaned in then—not rushed, not desperate. Just slow and certain. His lips met mine in a kiss that felt different from all the others. Not burning. Not frantic.

Giving me plenty of distance when I wish she wouldn't. We sit like that in silence for a while. Her laying on her stomach at the foot of my bed, me sitting against my headboard. Her brows draw closer together as she flips pages, clearly intrigued by the book she picked. It's one of the few romance novel type books that I have. It was an impulse buy based on the cover a few months ago, and I haven't gotten around to reading it yet. 20 minutes pass, and I have maybe turned 3 pages while Shea has become sucked into whatever she's reading, turning pages faster and faster.

His eyes hold warmth when he glances at me. I watch him closely, his words pulling at something deep inside me. “Love,” he says simply. “And respect. If you have those two things, the rest has a way of falling into place. It’s not always perfect. It won’t always look the same for everyone. But as long as you’re willing to respect her as your equal, and love her for who she is, not who you think she should be... you’ll be fine... you both will be fine." “I’ve made so many mistakes already,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t want to make her feel less ever again. I don't want her to feel unloved and unwanted ever again. I want to do better. Be better. For her.”

For a moment, the room felt lighter, the sun warmer, the air itself infused with possibility. “Liam,” Amara whispered, almost to herself. She thought of his quiet endurance, the way he had never tried to coerce her, never tried to dictate her choices, simply loved her through everything. “Yes, child,” Mama Ifeoma said knowingly, as if she could read her thoughts. “If he is the one who respects you, who sees your spirit as precious, then you owe it to yourself to consider him. Love is not measured by approval or comfort; it is measured by truth. And you, Amara, have always been drawn to truth.”

Lucy asked again and Archer clenched his jaw now very irritated with her questions . Arabelle would never irritate him , even if she pulled his cheeks or made fun of him . He loved her , but Lucy had him angry within seconds . Antonio smirked and kept his hand on Archer's shouder . " Lets chat " He said and walked in the kitchen . " No thankyou for saving ? Sir " he asked and Archer grabbed a beer and drank it . " Lucy seems interested in you " Antonio spoke . " I would kill her for talking to me if it wasn't for Arabelle " Archer said walking out .

Damien’s heartbeat was calm as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on my own, and my own arms were wrapped around his neck as his were around my waist “I love you, Natalia, today, tomorrow, in a thousand years. I will always love you, and I don’t want you forgetting that, not for one second. Yes, the two of us are going to have a lot more arguments, some would be more heated than others. But that would never mean that we don’t love, respect, or appreciate one another. See, the two of us haven’t been touching one another for months now, we barely spoke, but there wasn’t a night that I woke up in that you weren’t curled up in my arms or as close as you can be to me while you slept. It didn’t mea

God gave him the woman he never imagined he could have. She looked at him while they were walking held each other’s hand. She never knew that she could feel so much love from this man. A man who makes her always feels secure and special. She noticed Rovi walks after she stepped two steps forward. She looked at him; she saw how his eyes look at her with admiration and full of respect. She saw her reflection on his eyes, she can see how he's eyes see her. That quiet conversation just by looking at each other’s eyes made them deeper in love in each other. A love that would never break by an accident, a love that never fade just by unremembered details, a love that never cut just by a person, a