Novel & Cerita Devotion And Desire

"I want to devour you, do you fucking get it?" More and more heat swamps me, a current carrying away my reservations. What feels right is obvious. It's this man. It's his devotion...and yes, even his obsession. It's calling forth my own and making it expand, whispering, you will be obsessed with him, too. Maybe you already are. "Yes. I get it."

I let myself indulge in that everlasting feeling of love and devotion. To submerge myself in the pools of desires and passion. Embedding the sensation of tonight- the marvelous night of my life, the most gratifying night of my life profoundly on every inch of my body and soul..

His son had to be harder, sharper, better than everyone else in the compound, or the shame would land on Dave's doorstep and that was something Dave never forgave. So I worked instead. Prayed harder. It took more pain than the others without making a sound, because that was what being worthy looked like. It had never once been enough. I traced my finger along the line I'd drawn the curve of Tim's back, the slope of it caught mid-turn, mid-breath. My finger moved over paper the way it wanted to move over skin. The wanting never quieted. It lived somewhere low and constant in my chest, the kind of need Dave would have recognized as dangerous and punished accordingly. Desire for anything outsi

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

“Because once you’ve burned this deeply… nothing else matters. Only us. Only fire. Only obsession. Twisted… beautiful… ours.” And in the fog, on the edge of danger and desire, we stood together, lost completely, consumed fully, and perfectly—twisted devotion blazing between us, unstoppable, eternal, and darkly, beautifully ours.

“It is a symbol of my devotion.” “And what does that devotion ask of you?” He stopped inches away, his scent now a dizzying swirl around her. “To deny yourself every pleasure? Every touch? Every raw, carnal desire that makes you human?” His voice dropped to a near whisper, a seductive murmur that bypassed her ears and went straight to her core. “Because I see it, Sister. I see it burning behind those innocent eyes.” A tremor ran through her. “You… you shouldn’t speak to me this way.”

— Yes… Father, I say in a breath. — I told you to come back. I see you listened. I close my eyes. Yes, I listened. But not for the reason he thinks. — Are your thoughts still troubling you? I lower my head, unable to lie. — Yes… They haven't stopped. He pauses. I hear a faint rustle, perhaps his fingers touching a rosary. — Then you must learn to master them, Clémence. Desire is a fire. If you feed it, it consumes you. But if you contain it, it becomes light.

If I am to describe her, she's like a very clear blank canvas and that she sucks my very being with her icy stares. She's like an easy to read book but somehow influences me in a very profound way. I don't know why, but she's an extremely interesting woman. But now, am I such a lucky duck? As a man of God, I do have some occasional thoughts of reproducing humanity with her, especially when she's dressed with body tight work outfits. But I am not some pervert that just can't control his desires, I only have these thoughts sometimes because I really admire her. Yet I still can't imagine the reason why she's doing this to me.

Sexually charged and tempting as hell. And until we break that mate bond, it’s always going to be that way. Which means that no matter how much I care for Colin and want to be exclusively with him, my body will always have an urge to be with Tate as well. And not just any urge, a freaking ache. For someone who only wants me physically. Well, I want someone who wants me in every way. And Colin does. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I turn around and barge determinedly through the door again.