Novel & Cerita Forgotten Desire

Then, her gaze reached a pair of tempting lips, which Sophia knew were not only used for eating and speaking, but could also lead her to a place that was both distant and close, called pleasure. Sophia could have rejected him, but the problem was… she wanted it so much. The words she had spoken earlier were only meant to soothe her husband's ego, never imagining it would end up like this. “If you refuse, I’ll leave now. Being here with you in this situation is desperate for me,” Albert whispered in front of Sophia’s face. His eyes, darkened with desire, were fixed on her slightly parted lips. "Desperate?" Sophia murmured. "Hm. Desperate because I want you so much."

I wanted him to take possession of my mouth, my body, my mind, and my life. The knowledge made me tremble, in a frightening awareness of how I felt for him. I have been refusing to admit my feelings for him because I believed that it would help me to shut him out of my life and my heart. I knew he didn't love me back in return. He just desired me and once he had me, he would forget me forever, when his itch would be scratched, it would die its own death, as he once quoted it. I knew a time would come when he would not want me, when I would simply be another body he had desired, had bedded, and then forgotten.

Even now, twelve hours later, I can feel the ghost of his touch between my thighs. I ended up touching myself again in the darkness of my bedroom, fingers working frantically as I replayed every moment. The memory of his thick length stretching me open, the low growl he made when I clenched around him. I came so hard I had to bite my pillow to muffle the sound, but it wasn't enough. Nothing will ever be enough now that I know what real desire feels like. He's awakened something in me I didn't know existed. Some desperate part of myself that craves his possession like oxygen. The slip of paper with his VanishMe contact burns like a brand in my jewelry box, a secret door to a world I'm both te

Her thighs shook harder and a dark spot showed on the light fabric shorts she wore. Damien finally stopped hitting the bag. He stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling. Then he began walking deliberately toward her hiding spot. His steps were slow and quiet on the concrete floor. Lila was too lost in what she was doing to notice right away. Her hand moved quickly inside her shorts again. Her hips rocked forward. Her breathing turned into soft, desperate pants. She rubbed her clit fast now, no longer holding back as much. The fantasy felt so real. She could almost feel Damien’s body pressing against hers, his thick cock stretching her open. Her free hand squeezed her breast through

His palm settled in the bare skin just above my knee. “You can't admit you want this?” I swallowed as I looked down at his hand. My heart was literally pounding loudly against my ribs. “I want…want to forget it happened,” I lied but my voice cracked. He laughed, low and dark. “Liar.” His hand slid higher, up my inner thigh, pushing the hem of my sundress aside. “I missed you today. Couldn't stop thinking about the way your pussy felt around my cock. They way you screamed my name.”

If he woke obsessed with her again She would use it. Not as a wife. Not as a victim. As someone who now understood the power of desire, obsession, and leverage. And God, she remembered that man’s obsession. Pure hunger wrapped in ice. Eyes that devoured while pretending to judge. Hands that shook when they touched her yet claimed they didn’t care. She had drowned in it once. She would not drown again. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced down. Unknown Number: “Mr. Adrian is being taken to St. Haven’s Emergency. Are you on your way?”

He had ignited something inside her she couldn’t name, a mixture of desire, fear, and fascination that left her restless. The night after their heated lunch together, he hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. But she felt his presence everywhere, like an invisible weight pressing against her chest. In the scent of her perfume, she imagined traces of him lingering. In the echo of his voice in her memory, she could feel the dangerous pull of his attention. She tried to tell herself it was just desire, a fleeting office crush—but deep down, she knew it was far more than that. By morning, she resolved to bury herself in work, hoping the endless reports and emails would distract her from the way her bo

“I like a queen who demands what is hers. The General Counsel is still waiting for my final word, but the only word I care about right now is yours. Tell me the command you want to give me. Your last piece of freedom is the ability to ask for what you crave.” My wrists were free now, and I used my hands to grip the damp, powerful muscle of his back, pulling him closer, demanding the friction I needed. “Come back to me, Adrian. Not as the conqueror who collects his spoils. Come back as the man who is as desperate as I am. Take the last of my control. I want to be utterly, irrevocably consumed.”

"This was what Alexander wanted. Fuck, how didn't I see this? He knew I'd fall and if I did, it would probably make you want to leave." I love you. A tired sigh left her lips this time. "We both thought if I had sex with you, I would remember something. Anything," She looked at him now. "Ever since I met you, I wanted to remember. You make me want things. But you refused to give me your attention—" "So is that what this is?" He asked. His voice had dropped, a coldness creeping into it. "You want to remember. Just use the people from your past that you have forgotten since the ones you remember can't do shit."

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out