Devotion And Desire Novels & Stories

The mansion sat right on the water, glass and pale stone, half-finished but already good enough to make the young couple in the entryway look faintly out of place in their own future home. "We just don't want it to feel cold," the wife said. Teresa crouched by the model on the table instead of repeating herself. "Cold doesn't come from empty space. It comes from a house that doesn't know its own family." She tapped the wall between the kitchen and the living room. "This comes down. Now you can watch your son learn to walk while you're stirring dinner three feet away." The husband glanced at his wife. His wife looked at the model like it had just answered something she hadn't said out loud.

A pause. "Time to pay for losing control." Alexander's entire body shuddered. The red glow in his eyes weakened. The violence faded. The rage dissolved. The killing instinct vanished piece by piece. What remained was something far more dangerous. Devotion. Absolute devotion. The kind that demanded nothing. The kind that survived humiliation. The kind that would gladly crawl through hell if she pointed the way. He lowered his gaze. Not because he was defeated. Because he had already surrendered everything. To her.

“ you wanted this angel, you want daddy’s fingers buried in your tight pussy? Want daddy to fuck uou with this huge cock. You want me buried in your pussy ?” His fingers are so good, I can’t even think as the pressure build in my pussy, fuck! Yes to everything. I want to be fucked like a slut and I’m begging with tears with my nose running and all I want to be fuck so badly by my new daddy as he cums deep inside my pussy.

Even blushing with shame, I gave a triumphant smile of satisfaction. "No, it's not sex. I think that, somehow in parallel, they thought that sex alone was not enough. At that time, I couldn't call myself immature or irresponsible. I've always worked, I always wanted a stability that I never achieved, but I didn't have so much time for demonstrations of affection. I worshipped them in bed, but maybe, for them, that wasn't enough. It lasted a long time because I had some attribute that held them to me, but not enough. I've never been good enough.”

“Because of your job. It’s dangerous, I get it.” He steps toward me, closing the gap he seemed so interested in maintaining. I sit perfectly still, frightened I’m going to frighten him away accidentally. “The only person I have any desire to be with is you. And I can’t have that,” he murmurs. The pure intensity of the truth takes me aback. He looks tempted to grab me and take me away from this life, so we can be together elsewhere, where neither of us have any obligations. I even feel tempted to take that offer.

He said in serious yet desirable tone which I can't resist much. I also want him as much as he wants me. I want him to touch each and every part and skin of my body. I wanted to feel his touch on my whole body. I know I think so desperate but I want what I want. I wnated to feel him on my finger tips, I want kiss his body and wanted to worship his body like a devotee worship his god. I just want him. And this mere thoughts burn my skin in desire and lust. It's not blush....maybe it is but not more than the desire running in my whole body.

He slowly makes his way down to my core kissing all the way down. At that moment I felt his hot breath against my core making me let out a breathless moan. I squirm to get closer to him but he wraps his arms around my thighs kissing them at the same time. “Mhm baby you smell so tasty” he says in a lustful voice. And then I feel his hot breath on my core again but this time closer. The then devoirs my wet core lapping at my wetness making loud moans escape my lips “j-jack…p-please “ I moaned. Jack continues to devoir my core.

“Don't make a big deal out of this, just take the shot and let us get out of here.” Xalia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It's a big deal. It's my... “ “Don't.” He cut her off and gave her a stern look. “Draven, we took a vow. Marriage is a lifetime thing, I can't stay on contraceptives forever. I want a child.” She let out as tears clouded her eyes. “A quick reminder Xalia, you are an asset. Take the shot.” He said and she felt her heart shatter. He called her an asset again.

“Because it feels selfish. Because wanting something doesn’t mean you get it. And maybe I don’t deserve it.” “Sister Andromeda,” The sister’s voice was soft, but firm. “Desire isn’t a sin. God plants longing in our hearts for a reason. Even the hard ones.” “But I'm a few short years away from taking my vows permanently,” she whispered. “It feels lustful to think about it when I'm just about committed my entire life to God and to him alone.” Sister Margaret reached across the table, covering Monet’s shaking fingers with her wrinkled, steady hands. “If it's in your heart, then a small part of you have always coveted it and you need to search you heart completely before you commit fully to this

"Devote? But I don't love you. How can I devote myself to you?" "Between husband and wife, there's a stronger bond than love. That's the bond of respect and trust. If you respect me and I respect you...if you trust me and I trust you...then other feelings will naturally follow. Devotion in a simple term is trust, respect. As long as we have these two in our relationship, our bond can withstand the test of time. So what do you say, little hybrid? Will you be my wife?" Hearing such words from the mouth of the Demon Lord wasn't only astonishing, but as unbelievable as the moon embracing the sun. Of course, Shamsiya didn't believe he was sincere. Only a fool would believe in the words of the Dem