Desire Gentleman の小説・ストーリー

Truth “What do you want to do now?” Leaning across the table, I let my eyes flick down her body. I wanted her to be clear on what I wanted to do next, but I was going to take a leaf out of Gent’s book and be a gentleman and let her make the next move. It didn’t mean that I didn’t want her to know that my ultimate goal was to get her under me. Or on top of me. Either way was fine by me. Better than fine, actually. Even the thought made my dick twitch in my jeans.

That fucking bastard. Clenching his jaw, Gerald made his way towards Desiree’s office. Lena wasn’t at her desk, so he just knocked on the door and entered. Truly, Desiree was with Liam. They were sitting on the couch with Liam’s arms around her, and Gerald’s heart ached at the sight. “Did you miss your lessons on manners, Butler?” The bastard questioned, a mocking smirk on his face that Desiree couldn’t see. Ignoring him, Gerald looked down at Desiree, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“Listen Molly, I hardly go after a girl, they come after me. Womanizers woo the girls, have sex with them then dump them. I, on the other hand, mind my business and they approach me, their eyes and body language telling me what they want. And as a true gentleman, I can’t see a damsel in distress and not rescue her, my ancestors will be disappointed in me if I do that.” “I see,” I nodded, “I figured it out.” “Have you now,” he smiled, raising an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight like tiny stars. “Yes, you are…a man whore.” Adrian laughed, he ran his fingers through his wet hair, still laughing. “No, no I’m not,” he denied, “what I am is a true gentleman, I am always at my lady’s se

In the end, all I could do was to offer my escorting services, accompanying the man. My eyes suddenly peeked at his waist again. “You’re still hard?” I had to ask, even though I could clearly see it was still bulging. “It’ll be a while,” he said. “But we’re having a heart-to-heart convo,” I said in puzzlement, “Why are you still turned on?” He looked down at me like I was dubious. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re a walking bombshell, Ari. I will always have a desire for you, and it amplified with the attraction pull because you’re the Lady. Long story short, it is an immortal desire.”

And I'm being a gentleman" Tension snapping between them, he leaned closer, keeping his voice low and intimate. Raking a hot glance over her, he admitted, "And a gentleman doesn't come right out on a first date and tell a woman he wants to smother her beautiful nipples in sugar and then suck every bit of sweetness right out of her until she's begging to be taken." Emma gasped, but he was too far gone. Both his mouth and his body, which was now rock-hard beneath the table.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

I turned slowly, his words thick in the air between us. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that.” He took a step toward me, predatory. Confident. The dim lighting hit his body in all the right ways, carving definition into muscle, catching the glint in his wicked, knowing eyes. “But it’s true.” His voice softened, still low, still dangerous, but there was something else in it now. Cajoling. Like he was pulling me toward him, gently, almost sweetly. “I told you this evening,” he continued walking towards me. “I know what it looks like when a woman’s needs aren’t being met. I know what it feels like to be wanted… really wanted. You deserve that. Not some empty goodnight kisses and polite promises

she asked. “Nah, I was thinking of a high-five. You going to leave me hanging?” Was he teasing her? His lips twitched. “I was holding out my hand for you to hold on to while you climbed in.” “Why?” she asked. “Seemed the gentlemanly thing to do.” “Are you often a gentleman?” she asked. “No. And I’m beginning to see why I’ve never bothered.” “What?” “Being a gentleman takes patience and doesn’t always get you what you want straight away. Next time I need to get you somewhere, I’ll just pick you up and put you there.”

“First I need to punish you for this infidelity. You know how wrong it is to fuck the butler whilst your husband is just downstairs in the hotel, don’t you?” I stare at him uncertainly, biting my lip… not knowing what to say. He’s right of course, this is entirely wrong. I should be ashamed or at least guilt-ridden and yet deep, overwhelming desire for this man overshadows any other emotions… As I consider how to respond, his cock throbs impatiently by my head. The urge to reach out and hold it makes me feel giddy. “…But sir – I want you so much. Please fuck me?” God, I am so desperate for him.