Novel & Cerita Desire Me If You Can

Or am I just imagining things, desperate to have someone of my own? The emotions are difficult to put into words. I almost want to scream with pleasure, even though my mate is only a figment of my imagination. What if it's true, and I'm actually connected to the girl who's been playing with my thoughts? "Damn, whoever you are, you're driving me crazy. I'll make sure I can have you. Your desire won't be able to resist me. I'll do everything to make you mine. I'll catch you and pleasure you endlessly." I lick my lips, imagining it's her I'm tasting. I hope I can find her soon because I'm so bored and I need her as soon as possible.

My desire is something I couldn’t comprehend, but one thing is for sure, if there is something that I want is that I get to spend a lifetime with him until death. To be continued…

All I desire is a life lived with you. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET NO one told me that an unfulfilled desire can make you go crazy. Why am I saying that? Because I think I was turning into one. The smallest of things were making me angry and the barest of touches from him were making me mad with the way I hungered for him. All I wanted was to grab a fistful of his dark hair and lose myself in those sherry eyes and have all those fantasies that were keeping me awake at night come true. To finally have what I couldn’t for the last two years and for the days that I spent in my captivity.

"But I will make you feel good. If you want." "God, yes. I want, I want...Oh, I want..." I think I say that all aloud, but I'm not even sure. I'm so desperate for this man, I can't focus, can't see straight. I'm just completely overcome by the hot sensation of need and desire.

“I-I don't think I can play with you anymore like I thought. I want to feel your insides.” “Okay,” I nodded, desire gleaming in my eyes. “Go on, I already told you that I want you too.”

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

Jeff pov I sat alone on my worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp while the house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Just the thought of Anna makes me want to ruin that innocent face while my hands are wrapped around my throbbing cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Fuck Anna your eyes drive me and I can’t wait for you to beg to be fucked.” I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me.

she said, just as thunder rumbled in the distance. "I’m only here to ask you one question," jimmy replied. "What is it?" "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," his voice implored, causing her to exhale deeply. "How many times do I have to say it? I don’t love you!" "I don’t believe that. Look me deep in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for me." She sighed and lifted her gaze to meet his. The light sparkled, igniting the depth of their connection. They were drawn to one another, unable to look away, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

It wasn't a smile born from happiness. It was far more unsettling than that. Like someone who had made peace with his own evilness and the cruelty he was raised up with, someone who had a realization that he didn't need to stop himself anymore. "She can run away if she hates me," he murmured softly. "She can fear me. She can curse my name. She can despise every moment spent beside me." His fingers slowly curled and the blood coating them dripped onto the floor. "But she'll never leave my side."

"Then what do you want? You said there was a price." He turned around, and the gold in his eyes was cold, like frozen coins. "You didn't just call a lover, Claire. You called a shadow. From now on, I am the hunger you can't satisfy. You will go about your life. You will go to your job, you will talk to your friends, you will eat and sleep. But every time a man touches your hand, you will feel my teeth on your neck. Every time you try to find pleasure without me, you will feel nothing but ash in your mouth." The weight of it hit me. It wasn't death; it was a haunting.