Desire And Decorum 3 Novels & Stories

There's a difference. — Survival is instinct. Defiance is a choice. You choose not to collapse. Not to beg me. Not to play the role of easy seduction. It's an interesting choice. Courageous. And perhaps a little stupid. — Why stupid? — Because it makes me curious. And my curiosity, Diane, is a far more dangerous thing for you than my desire. The word "desire" hangs in the air between us, charged with the electricity that crackled in the bathroom. He named it. For the first time.

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

A sleeping beauty! God wasn't wrong when he sent her his way. They both are perfect match. A match made in heaven.. Her perfectly shaped lips were inviting, Nathan had to control himself not to do anything that will put him on Sadie's hate list. Patience!! Patience is virtue. All of her is his so why rushing? In two weeks, he can have her as he pleases but if only she's comfortable with it. Everything about her is worth the wait. " Good night beautiful "

Janeth asked as she crossed her legs. "I want something dark and decent. A hint of black with gold maybe. The decor and lighting should be sophisticated, nothing too bright and glittery but nothing too dull either," Alice replied. And just like that, I spent the next hour listening to three girls talk about colours and decor. I wanted to yawn so badly but I couldn't do that, not if I liked my job. There came a point in the boring discussion when I literally wanted to stab myself in the eyes.

She was curious. James leaned his head downward slowly with his finger still under her chin. He raised his eyelids to see that she almost had her eyes closed and also leaning toward him, although with hesitation, as if she was unsure about it. Gently, but seductively, his lips touched hers but moved away too quickly. He started acting sluggishly when she suddenly seemed impatient to be connected with him. He rubbed his nose with hers before tracing it with his lips despite the obstruction of the mask. His right hand moved very slowly, sending shivers down her spine, to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

It was like an addiction, a dangerous desire she couldn’t control. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was as lavish as ever, the lavish furnishings contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside her. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes scanning the space, when something caught her attention. A small envelope, sealed with the same wax insignia as the one Matteo had received earlier, lay on the bed.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

“Desire is no different. It isn’t just about the body. Sometimes, it’s tied to the heart.” He tilted his head slightly with his gaze softening just enough to make her pulse quicken. “But of course, desire is much easier to describe.” Emmeline’s irritation flared. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hazel eyes narrowing at him. “All you ever do is talk about how pretty and charming I am. You could go on about my body until morning without so much as pausing for breath. So don’t you dare blame me for misunderstanding your intentions and thinking this was just… lust.” Her tone was sharp and accusing.

His cologne, sexy and masculine swirls around me, and combined with the low lighting of the bar and the light music playing, it’s the most carnal aphrodisiac. Maybe I could just climb into his lap. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking?” He asks and I realize I never answered his question. I nod, not knowing what my voice will sound like or if the words that leave my mouth would be, ‘Fuck me on this bar right now, please.’ “That I wish we’d just gone back to the room after dinner because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you in only those sexy as fuck heels.” My toes attempt to curl in my shoes in response to his words. “That I want to eat your cunt until you fucking scream.”