Novel & Cerita Forgotten Desire

“To remember what it’s like when someone sees all of you and still wants more.” His voice was like smoke. thick, curling through my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight. My fingers hovered over the pillow, the edge of the bed, the phone. “You want me to…” My voice trailed off, heavy with implication. He nodded, slow and reverent. “Yeah. I want you to touch yourself for me. Let me watch you come undone. I have missed seeing you cum so hard for me.” I squeezed my eyes shut. This was madness. Reckless. The kind of moment that could ruin everything if even a breath of it leaked into the real world.

“I’m begging you, please. Just… let me go. I will forgive you… forget this ever happened, go back to my family and never cross paths with you-“ His fingers dug into my clit as I bit back a scream. His grip tightened, and I could see the sick pleasure flicker in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can bargain with me, ptichka? You think forgiveness is something I crave? Fuck forgiveness. Fuck your hollow promises. You think I want to be forgotten?” Pale blue eyes glimmered psychotically. “No. No, you don’t get to forget me. You don’t get to erase me like some bad fucking dream you wake up from. I will etch myself into you, deep. Burn you from the inside out

To erase the traces of memories with her first man by feeling the warmth of another. The friction behind her shifts forward, caressing the surface of moisture that is more than ready to be destroyed. Maureen can't resist when the explosions of passion reach their peak. She wanted to be done with it, to get rid of as much trash as possible like Ravel. “Ready, darling?”

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.

I ask him to wait when I don't even have anything meaningful to say. He turned to face me. I gulped down, I guess he is waiting for me to speak. “I'm Cass.... I mean Eda," I said lucidly. “I already know." he cuts in. Oh! I forgot that my new dad kept calling me Eda back then at the palace. He turned again to leave. “I think I've forgotten my wayout, can you help?' “You lost your past memory and not your present memory my Lady. You came here yourself, you can go back yourself," he said walking away. Such a rude brat, I made a mistake by calling him handsome.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

he whispered. My breath stopped. “But I regret wanting more.” My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. He leaned closer…so close our noses were almost touching. “I regret wanting to pull you into my room last night,” he continued softly. “Regret, wanting to finish what you started...Regret losing control because of you.” “Clark…” “And most importantly,” he whispered, eyes darkening, “I regret how much I still want you right now.” My lips parted and my entire body heated.

"Have you forgotten what that evil woman warned us about?" Felicia started crying. She had forgotten the warning they had been given. How could she have forgotten for a moment? She felt helpless. Joyce was helpless, too. Maybe that was truly the end. —————

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

he whispered against my mouth, but his voice was thick with desire, contradicting his words. Maybe it was the contradiction that gave me courage. Maybe it was the way his breath felt against my lips, or the memory of Mexico, or simply everything I'd been feeling for the past month. Whatever it was, I found myself gripping his collar and pulling him to me, pressing my lips against his in a light kiss. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the tension in his body. "I can't do that," I whispered against his mouth, feeling the tremor that ran through him at my words. "I can't forget.”