Captivate Sentence 소설 & 이야기

Sweet, subtle captivity. I already didn't want to feel any emotions from people. I only wanted to be focused on business but with him, could I really say I knew what I was doing? Could I really say that I was mentally stable? He held the keys to my sanity but somehow, I was so deliciously entrapped that I never knew if it was important to demand the keys to be able to feel normal again. Sweet, subtle, captivity... ***

Then he stood, towering over her. Shaun looked up at him. You are not complicit. When she shook her head, he tapped her cheek with his finger. It didn't hurt, but the tap was sharp enough to keep her from arguing with him. You're not complicit because you are my captive. You might love me, you might wish to stay with me, but you are still my captive. I will never let you go. Even if you come to hate me. Even if you run away from me. I will always find you and I will always bring you back.

“Just look at yourself in the mirror… you are the most drop-dead gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Young, beautiful. Your countenance and your very presence are dangerously alluring. Your ocean eyes…” She held my chin so I wouldn’t look away… “They’re enthralling. No man can resist this beauty. Why not weaponise it?” Her words landed heavy, sinking deep into me. I paused; my heart was thudding, trying to catch what she was driving at. “You want me to seduce my captor?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

I was reaching for my captors, finding the terrible comfort of the unified heart.

The captive elven girl looked at him with enticement, half-opening her dreamy eyes, which were pleading sexual intimacy to him. Azalias was in a daze, and unknowingly his heated-up bird turned into a blazing dragon. Viens appeared on its shaft and was throbbing inwardly to enter the nectar cave. His mind stopped working as if he was under some enchanting spell as he approached the captive elven girl, and she spoke enticingly with irregular heavy breathing, "I beg...I beg you. Please, take me…I can't hold it anymore."

He carried her and place her on the table and she tried joining her thighs when he pull them apart. Why? He murmured coldly. You don’t want me to know, how wet you are, and how well my touch turns you on? and how much your pussy cat crave for my touch? Don’t say that, You are making me sin, I wasn’t trained to sin…. Aurora whispered. He bite her right ear a little bit. You are a little bitch that crave to be touched by your captivator, A little bitch that crave so much for my touch…. Your cunt want me so much, Aurora.

“You don’t call it protection when it feels like captivity.” My head fell to the ground in front of him (and I know to) such a way that all was taken off. “Captivity means you cannot choose.” “I don’t,” I snapped. “Every time I try to leave, there is a guard at the door. A driver waiting. Reminder of how bad things are going to be if I deviate from your fine little plan. He didn’t flinch. “You think I enjoy it? You’re probably saying I love watching you flinch whenever someone breathes near you?”

I’ve never seen a piece of art admiring a piece of art before, yet here I am witnessing a once in a lifetime phenomenon. She looks fascinated by the colours and how they are intertwined, yet I’m fascinated by her. The paintings are great, I have to admit that, but she is more beautiful than all of them combined. The way her plump lips are parted, and her eyes are locked on the paintings is bewitching. She is amazed by everything around her in the gallery; however, I’m amazed by her and her beauty.

“Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?” It is not good to take advantage of those weak and not in their right mind but the girl seems like she’s in pain. He tried talking to her but it seems she can’t hear him. He had no idea the person was already naked, so he can see what she was wearing on the inside. “Hey! Get a hold of yourself!” he almost shouted, he’s getting affected by her pheromones. His rut— this is dangerous!

Realizing he was looking up at the ceiling, he tried to stir, but found that a delicious laziness coursed through his veins. "It's the sweat, you see." She illustrated the point by rubbing thumb and fingers together. She sat astride him, and even as he blinked the cobwebs out of his mind and tried to understand, he felt himself stir inside her. "Something in my sweat has the most amazing effect on people," she continued conversationally. "Men, women - it doesn't matter. With just a touch - " She leaned forward to brush a fingertip across his lips, and a hot pulse of desire hammered through his groin. " - I can captivate."