All I've Wanted All I've Needed Mga Nobela at Kwento

i whispered back vaguely feeling like lead “we can give you that” Wilson whispered as I felt Russell's hands in my pocket A door…My door was opened.when did we reach here? Panting I was thrown on the bed, I had not words to tell them what I wanted or how I wanted it. I could only whisper a plea… “Please”

Not because I was stuck but because his scent smelled sweet and I wanted to inhale more of him. “Maybe I… I think I want something,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve been so busy with this tournament… barely had time to just… be close like before.” His large hand came up, gripping my shoulder gently, his thumb brushing the side of my neck. The touch sent a shiver through me. “Then let’s make time tonight. The tournament can wait a few hours.” His voice grew darker, hungrier. “Tell me what you really want right now, Mike. No bullshit.” His dark eyes were so serious, patiently waiting for my wish.

“It’s okay. What do you need?” I took a shaking breath, my whole future hanging on these next words. “I want to be strong. I want to be a warrior. I want to be able to protect myself, to fight back against anyone who tries to hurt me. I want to prove that I’m not weak, that I’m not nothing.” My voice broke on the last word, tears wanting to spill over. “Please. I need this. I need to know I can be more than what they said I was.”

Ian: wanna feel u so bad want you to say it say u r too Dre: i’ve got not choice but to jack myself nothing i want more than to feel your body against mine instead of my hand Ian: need u so much my hands not strong enough Dre: i know, my love you need my fingers wrapped around you tight and wet, stroking that cock while i tell you how gorgeous you are Ian: need it, need it, need it need to taste Dre: i can’t fucking wait until you’re here with me gonna be the first thing i touch in the morning and i’ll be the last thing you taste at night Ian: holyfuck Dre want i want it can i? Dre: finish for me baby tell me how good you feel Ian: :(. did u don’t lie Ian: came as soon as you said you need t

"Of what?" I looked down to the floor, ashamed of the way I was behaving. Ashamed of the things I had said and done. But most of all, ashamed that I didn't dare to be what he wanted me to be. His feet came into view before he lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. "Of what, honey?" Trev repeated. "I don't want to be a whore or a slut. I don't want to be a bad girl," I whispered in a small voice.

"That's the spark I want. Come on, baby. Show me what else you've got." "You asked for it."

Something moving through them that I was learning to read. “I don’t know how to say what I want to say,” he murmured. Careful. Deliberate. The words chosen one by one. “Try,” I said. He looked at me for another moment. Then: “I was built to need,” he said. “That’s what I am. A thing that needs. I’ve always understood that.” He paused. “I didn’t understand that needing could feel like this. Like the needing and the wanting are the same thing. Like I’m not —” he searched, “consuming you. Just close to you.”

So sad, I was lost in the world of low self-confidence, now I'm glad I've got it back. I would be so selfish and untrue to my self and nature if I said I desire no man, I want a man but I don't need him. I can stay alone, feel complete and happy even if I end up not getting the man I want, a responsible and sensible mate, wish Aiden was, this is what I mean by I want a man. It would be wrong to say I need because right now, I need none. Already complete the way I am. "I was asking a question please?" Aiden repeats in the lowest of tones. Hope this is not all a pretence, once you get all you want, you return to your old self?

I say and don't wait for them to respond, I just keep walking until I reach my room and as soon as I finally get a minute of peace, I grab my pillow and yell into it. All I ever wanted for myself is to have all the money in the world and be left alone. All alone. I need peace and quiet and loneliness and money. And all I get is a shit family and a male insane fated mate. A vision overpowers me in that moment of weakness and it just makes me feel worse.

Specific. "That I wanted you," he said. "Not needed. Wanted. The specific, unjustifiable, entirely personal kind of wanting that has no framework to hide behind if it doesn't work out." He held my gaze. "Need can be managed. Need has a logic. Want is just exposure. It is standing in an open field with nothing around you and hoping the thing you are hoping for arrives." I looked at him.