Desire And Decorum Novels & Stories

Lucien's POV I should have looked away. I should have told her to leave the moment I realized who she was. Instead, my gaze betrayed me, tracing her as though she were something rare, something meant to be admired from a distance, never touched The thin crimson silk she wore clung to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts with unapologetic intimacy. The was short enough to expose the graceful elegance of her legs. And the way her gaze lingered on me wasn’t mere shock, it held something deeper, warmer, and far more dangerous.

one very big thing that makes them sleepless at night. Desire. Lust. The desire and lust between both of them was too much not to be noticed. Someone who would observe them from a close angle would notice it. How they can't keep their hands away from each other. Either his strong muscled hands is on her soft, pliant, curvaceous body, or their endless caresses, moans and groans keeps others from not knowing. Her dress was so provocative.

Desire replied, trying to convince her master about staying with him alone in the room. “You do not speak anymore Desire. Don’t get me any angrier than I am” He screamed at her and walked into the inner section of the chamber, leaving Desire alone. Desire crumbled to the ground, she picked up the hem of her dress and adjusted herself closer to the wall. She pushed the dress down to cover her legs, after which she hugged her tiny, beautiful legs closer to herself. Getting uncomfortable with how her hair was, she removed some of the pins used in holding it down and let the hair fall down her waist. She ran her hands through her hair to straighten out any knot at the edge or in between her hair

And yet, I held myself back, swallowed the words, watched her leave, and felt the room close in around me in the absence of her presence. As the elevator doors closed, I leaned back against the wall, my pulse racing, my chest tight, and the realization settled in my mind with a clarity that was both terrifying and exhilarating: I wanted her in a way that defied morality, defied reason, defied the careful boundaries of workplace decorum. I wanted her entirely… and the knowledge that it could never be fully mine made the desire all the more intoxicating. Forbidden desire has a potency that few other passions can match; it sharpens the senses, heightens the anticipation, and turns every small g

He was really going to pretend yesterday didn't exist and go straight back to teaching me how to seduce his brother. And I was going to let him. Because what else could I do? Storm out? Scream at him? Demand he admit he felt something? Yeah, no. I had humiliated myself enough for one week, thanks. "Anticipation," I repeated numbly. "Desire isn't about the act," he said, pacing like a professor giving a lecture. "It's about the waiting. The wanting. Once you have something, the mystery is gone. To control Arthur, you have to make him wait until he's ready to crawl for it."

“Yes… I do. God knows I do. But I just can’t. This is wrong. We can’t do this.” I pulled back slightly, watching her face. “Do you really want me to stop right now?” She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her body was trembling. “No… I don’t want you to stop. But it’s wrong. We shouldn’t—” “It doesn’t matter right now,” I cut her off, my voice low. “Tell me what you want, Nicole.” She looked up at me with those big, conflicted eyes. “I… I want you. But—”

They wanted to erase any evidence of this unplanned pregnancy before their high society circle, or the ever-present press could catch a whiff of it. In the opulent living room, adorned with exquisite artwork and tasteful decor, Mr. Livingston paced furiously. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the grandeur of the house, a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Mrs. Livingston, usually composed and regal, now wore a look of concern that disrupted her carefully crafted facade.

All she knew was that she wanted him to take her in all the possible ways, even if it meant role-playing. “Do you still want this?? Do you want me to make you mine? ” Eutychus asked as he stroked his cock through his pants. A bolt of desire shot through her body at the sight. Who was to blame for shamelessness, the heat, the full moon, she dint know and she did not care. “Yes, Alpha, I do. ” She whispered and immediately cringed mentally at how desperate she felt. This was so unlike her, so unlike them. “Then open wide... ” Eutychus wand before could even open wide, her mouth was full and her throat was invaded. The Suprise wore off and she was able to find a rhythm that would make it easy t

It was a dance we knew well, a dance of dominance and submission, each move orchestrated with precision, each moment charged with anticipation and ecstasy. The yearning, mirroring his own, never ceases to engulf me whenever we’re together. It’s been a constant ache, a desire that only seems to intensify with time. But therein lies the paradox. Despite this insatiable longing, I find myself unable to assert dominance, especially in moments of intimacy with Marius. It’s as though he effortlessly assumes control, leading the dance of our desires while I follow, willingly entranced by his commanding presence.

Not sure on what to do, Alicia knelt frozen, her mind confused on what to do next, she wondered if succumbing to her desires was best, or keeping focused and not derailing from her ethics was. “You may leave” Leonel said to Alice, seeing her mind still fluctuated on what to do. Alicia stood up per Leonel's request, walking towards the room's exit, her mind still sat contemplating on her decision being wrong or not, as he walked out. Absent minded as she walked, Alicia bumped upon Alexander, walking into the kitchen, there minds both evaded by sexual thoughts with his difference being only the event of the previous night, with no words or commands said. “Sorry” the both apologised, continuing