Desire And Decorum Novels & Stories

He speaks of desire as if it's a proprietary software designed to fulfill a function. "And the cheek caress? Was that 'necessary grounding' too, Alessandro? Or just an unnecessary risk of being convincing?" "It was the definitive closing argument of the evening," he stated, utterly unperturbed. "Arthur needed to see affection layered upon respect. It was the most efficient way to achieve that goal. Do not overanalyze successful strategy, Elara. You are confusing the execution with the intent." The car glided up to the Manor, its monumental facade silent and intimidating. I felt an inexplicable surge of disappointment that the drive and the opportunity for confrontation, was already over.

He saw the way I tried to arrange my face into a mask of cool disdain, when infact my pulse is still throbbing violently at the base of my throat and my eyes were fevered with desire. I suddenly guilty for letting him touch me again but I know sensuality isn't something to run from, rather it’s a gift. And desire like this is rare and deserves to be worshipped and enjoyed but I don't have the luxury to think about just myself and what my body needs, I need to think about another human whom's mental and physical life depends on me. “Don’t do that,” I say finally, my voice just a whispered husk as I try to recollect myself.

Aurelia Men often assume that desire ignites within the body. They couldn’t be more mistaken. Desire sparks to life the instant someone realizes they are being evaluated—and that there’s no escape from the scrutiny. That’s the moment he comprehends that this meeting is deliberate, not merely incidental.

The heat in my body is there, steady and contained, like coals banked beneath ash. “I won’t pretend anymore,” I begin. “Not to myself. Not to either of you.” Rowan’s jaw tightens slightly. Lucien doesn’t move. “Desire is no longer separate from my power,” I continue. “You both know that now. Suppressing it tightens the Axis. Indulging it amplifies it. Either reaction creates volatility.” Lucien speaks first, voice measured. “You’re stating parameters.” “Yes,” I reply. “Before someone else defines them for me.”

“I...I don’t know. Some people t-tries to talk to me, but Desiree taught me n-not to give my numbers or accept anyone’s invitation, so that’s what I do.” It seemed to be the right thing to say as their gazes softened just a little bit, not really noticeable unless you’re looking closely. Their features were too rough to be called soft, no matter how much they try to seem like it. Their shoulders slumped into a calm posture unlike how rigid and tensed they were from the mention of admirers. Note to myself: no mentioning of admirers or men within their range. Quick to anger, extremely possessive.

The shame was a fire in her veins, but mixed with it was a forbidden excitement, a dark desire that repelled and attracted her in equal measure. "You feel excitement in danger. In the taboo. In the surrender of control. That is why you are here. Not just for ambition, but for this. For the thrill of being broken and remolded by stronger hands." He finally raised his hand, but not to touch her sensually. His index finger traced a light, almost clinical line from her shoulder to her elbow. A shiver ran through her entire body. "Shame and desire are two sides of the same coin, Lara. You are discovering that now. It's a valuable lesson. More valuable than any MBA."

I said, smiling. “That is devotion,” he corrected. Want flared, bright and uncomplicated. I let it exist without requiring an immediate room. Planned desire, we had called it. Desire with a future tense. I leaned my head against his shoulder and watched a delivery truck reverse more successfully than the last one we had seen, and the smallness of the moment felt like wealth.

"You don't have to." Clara set down her fork. "You're being ridiculous." "And you're being impossible." The words hung between them. Heavy. Sharp. Painful. The couple at the neighboring table glanced over. Neither noticed. Neither cared. ------------------------------ Clara stood first. The movement startled him. Her eyes shone with anger. And disappointment. A combination far worse than either alone. "You know what the problem is?" Axel remained silent. "You keep trying to separate law from morality." Her voice trembled.

It's an extremely powerful position. It's a role models position. A position fellow she wolf's look up to and desire they attain. It's a courtesy position. A position for the deserving and perfectly mannered. None over night acquires such great position. One must definitely be perfect for it so as to avoid negative hope downgrading embarasments. Well I feel unfit and undeserving of such position. I've though desired a great powerful and non suffering life. But this sure is excessive. It highly surpasses my every desires.

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