Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Jealousy

She had barely arrived at the dream world when her head began to bang her again. "Fu*k!! another vision!? She had thought it was George again and had already began to curse him not until the image in her head proved her wrong. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" She began to lament. Now she felt the true impact of jealousy. She didn't have a problem when it was George but Jaden!? "Argh!!" she was going crazy. Elsa was already running mad at that time. Why can't her two mates be loyal to her? Why must they go sticking their rods in another hole other than hers. It wasn't just fair. It was hurting her badly.

Scream at him. I wanted to crawl under that sheet and remind him I was real. But I didn’t move. I just stared. Burned. I hated how hot I felt watching him dream of someone else. I hated how jealous I felt of a dead woman. I hated how my thighs pressed together. He groaned again. His hand flexed over his stomach. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed. I swallowed hard. There was a whole war inside me. Between the part of me that wanted to run.

All I want to do is tear that fucking dress off her and take in the sight of her amazing body. “Of course I am not jealous of him, what do you take me for? An adolescent young boy?” Okay I may be lying of course I am fucking jealous. This feeling is totally alien to me, I’ve never felt like this about a woman before and it is fucking with my head. All I do is think about Kenna, or fantasize about her riding me with her perfect, small tits bouncing up and down, and sucking on her ripe nipples. I run my hand along the back of my neck, fuck my cock is uncomfortable. Why the hell did I have to open my dick mouth?

Her ex did not sleep. How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it. Daniel’s hand on her waist. Daniel inside her apartment. Daniel existing in a space that had once belonged to him. By morning, jealousy had turned into strategy. And strategy was far more dangerous. --- Cathy woke up exhausted. Her dreams had been messy — doors slamming, phones ringing, love turning into smoke every time she reached for it. Daniel’s almost-kiss replayed in her mind.

I cared enough about her that I genuinely wanted to take care of her after we made love. Sometimes we'd share lingering kisses afterward. Other times I'd simply hold her close. No matter how it ended, I always felt a profound connection between us. Most of all, I loved how much she loved it. Like many couples, Jennifer and I often shared our fantasies. I discovered that imagining Jennifer with another man stirred something powerful inside me. The jealousy those fantasies created made my head spin. I admitted as much to her. Sometimes, while we made love, she'd whisper, "How would you like it if another guy was fucking me?"

There was no way for him to stay upset with her for more than a second. He raised his hands and cupped her face. The fear in her eyes had mimicked his- the fear of losing the person you can't live without. That was an assurance enough for him. "I am possessive over you, Maya. Burning jealousy, almost suffocating, consumes me when I see another man around you. It almost makes me violent, crazy," he admitted with a passion. His gaze softened and his voice turned gentler as he continued, "But I would be selfish if I let my jealousy stop you from achieving your dreams."

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Anything you tell me in here is for my ears only, unless you say otherwise.” I nodded and examined my own emotions. “I’ve had random sex dreams about people in my life, of course.” “We all do.” “But I always felt guilty about them. That’s my main instinct here: to feel guilty about it, since I’m currently sleeping with you. But since you claim you’re not jealous…” “A claim which is true.” “…then I guess I liked it.” I shook my head. “No, there’s no ambiguity about it. The dream was hot. Do you want details?”