Novel & Cerita Can Lust Turn Into Love

I couldn't hear what he was saying, I laid down on my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of him. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my photos until I found the one I was looking for. It was a picture of him, his face beaming with happiness. I stared at the photo, lost in my own thoughts and feelings. I pressed my hand to my chest, my heart beating wildly beneath my fingertips. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands on me instead of mine. My mind drifted to fantasies of what it would be like if we were together on this bed. I knew it was just a dream, but I couldn't help but indulge in the fantasy.

"You can love me, Elara. You already do. I see it. In the way you look at me. In the way you touch me. In the way you say my name." "That's not love. That's lust." "No." He shook his head. "Lust is what I feel when I look at your body. Love is what I feel when I look at you. When I see you reading in the library. When I hear you laughing with the servants. When I watch you fall asleep with your mouth open and your hair a mess." My chest hurt. "Kael, please—"

My eyes monitored the stairs at a distance, I was expecting Alex to walk down from them. However, he was not forth coming. He probably should be hungry. He fell down hard yesterday and needs to gain strength a little. It's not like I'm in love with him or anything, no definitely not. Neither do I care. I just need to gain his trust first, before carrying out any action. Besides , he was only my crush in the past and it's 30 days to kill him. I have all the time in the world to joke around. I just want to toy with him for a little while.

“You were seconds away from forcing yourself on her mere moments ago. Do you think she could love you after that? Don’t be stupid. “Once she discovers the pleasure we can give her, she will crave our touch. She will love us.” “Lust is not love,” I snapped. “You don’t understand the difference, do you?” “It’s all the same to me.” Xavier turned on his heel and strode away.

But things changed when she turned sixteen. She started noticing how tall he was, how his shirts stretched across his broad chest, and how his voice dropped to that low, gravelly tone whenever he spoke to her. She also caught him looking. Those quick glances that lingered a second too long on her legs, her developing curves, and her lips. It was lust. Even back then she recognized it, and it made her wet just thinking about it. Now, at nineteen and home from college for the summer, everything felt different.

She sobbed harder. “Akosua..." He paused. He didn't have anything to say to her because she was right. “Why don't you want me, just tell me, I would change my ways to suit yours." She begged. “There's nothing wrong with you Akosua, it's just...we would fix this. Let's start all over again, " He smiled at her. “Does that mean we're coming home with you?" She hopefully asked. “Not yet, I want to teach Eleanor a nice lesson, she has used me enough, I just realised I was just attracted to her body, it wasn't love but lust or perhaps something else, I don't know. I promise I'd make things right."

"I know it. First, it's because I'm not Calla, and second, you do not want to ruin your memories with her." I planted my hands on the bed, then slid my lower back down and tossed myself back into the bed. Next, I pulled the sheets up to my neck and turned to my left side, my back facing him. He was also quick to pull me close to him. "What are you talking about? I just want a clear difference between love and want." When I remained silent, he continued. "Red, I have learned my lesson. I do not want to get blinded by lust anymore and misinterpret it as love. The same as I do not want you to do it with me because of need, and not because you love me."

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

The divorce papers were completely soaked in thick, dark red blood. Xavier hadn't screamed. He hadn't cried. He had stood in the doorway, entirely numb, staring at the physical manifestation of what love actually did to a man. Love wasn't a fairy tale. Love was a weapon. It was a completely toxic, terminal disease that stripped away your logic, destroyed your pride, and eventually put a bullet in your head when the person you worshipped inevitably decided to walk away. Never give them the power to destroy you. That was the vow Xavier had made standing in that bloody study. That was the absolute foundation of the man he had become. You buy them. You use them. You control the terms of the enga

Like intoxication and addiction. Something was so different from the love we had before — right, the love itself had changed in our relationship. Lust was not driving love, but love fuelled the lust. And that was so much wilder, better, and crazier. Amor was letting go of all his restraints, setting himself, his beast, free in front of me. He was all over my body in a way that, except for gasping, moaning, rasping, and hitching my breaths, I could do nothing. Have no control over him as I had before.