Novel & Cerita Forgotten Desire

Like a faint murmur carried on the wind, temptation whispers to them, offering glimpses of forbidden pleasures and the unknown. For Dr. Claire Holloway, the whispers are not only external but internal, a manifestation of her own suppressed longings. The story matches the title as it delves into the quiet yet persistent calls of desire that both Claire and her enigmatic client, Aiden James, must confront. Their journey is one of exploration, where the whispers of temptation lead them into uncharted territories of the psyche and the heart.

My mind thinks instantly. “I think that’s my decision.” Rebecca sighs just as the waitress sets down her drink. “Thank you, dear,” she says as she pulls the dirty martini to her lips. “Oh!” She cringes. “No no no. This isn’t right.” She hands her back the drink. “Can you have them try again? I think they forgot the vermouth or something.” “Of course, my apologies,” The waitress says before leaving the room. Lucas chuckles and drains his glass. “Some things never change.”

How much I tried to efface it from my memories but I failed miserably. "Aditi, baby are you done?" "Just a min..." I used a coating of concealer to secrete the hickeys I was gifted by Aahir, even when I didn't intend to. As a matter of fact, I didn't want them gone. I wanted them to be there, on my skin, reminding me of what I did. It was insane, wicked of me, but my insanity had lost the moment that enigmatic man treaded in my life. After the kiss, last night, my mind went into a haze. The lack of food and work overload had debilitated me, resulting in me losing my consciousness, into the bargain.

He is vulnerable, exposed, and I am here, devouring with my eyes this proof that his rejection tonight was not an absence of desire. He said: Desire cannot be commanded. He said: It is born of truth, of true intimacy. But his body, now, is shouting the opposite of his words. An ancient desire. A desire that doesn't ask his permission. A desire that emerges in sleep, that escapes his reason, his anger, his grief. A desire for me. Or for what I was. For what he believed I was. ---

But even the mere thought of forgetting that moment hurt my very own heart like I wished otherwise. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It had been a blur of recklessness and heat, a mistake born from two broken people seeking comfort where they shouldn’t. He was supposed to forget it. I was supposed to forget it. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But it did. Just like I assumed, we never crossed paths again, yet he reappeared the next day. I knew by then that it would be difficult to forget him. Every time he touched me, I felt that same spark. That lingering connection.That burning desire for more.

Fear tormented me as I felt like my blood froze in my veins. "Stop." I wanted to shout but all I could do was to whisper. I opened my mouth but no scream came. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Yula. Do you know that? Why can't you let me have you? We could have not been in this situation," the voice hissed. "Stop it... no..." I shook my head as I tried to push the person. "Stop struggling, bitch. I know you want this. You fucking want this." But suddenly, I heard voices. A lot of voices. And those hands that have been touching me suddenly vanished. There was a sudden commotion. I wanted to see what was happening but my desire to rest was stronger.

I couldn’t get the words out as Padrino’s free hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me flush against his hard body as a low growl vibrated through his chest. Every inch of him was hard, warm, and muscular. I shivered at how good it felt to be in Padrino’s arms like this again, his delicious and manly scent engulfing every part of my body as his naked body pressed against mine. “What do you need from me, angel?” I sucked in a sharp breath before licking my lips. “Make me forget, but help me remember.” Those words would be confusing to anyone else, but the moment they slipped out of my mouth, understanding filled his eyes.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

"When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants" Looking at her ruined being in the mirror her lips curved into a painful smile, and she took a vow," I'll forget you.. I'll forget everything, that once.. Hazel Blackwell ever existed in Hayden's life... I'll become tainted today, a stranger would crumble me, I wouldn't be your worth_ ", her words seized her tongue, when she heard knocking of the door,

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.