Frases De Tengo Ganas De Ti นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Do you want to test my patience?" I feel him speak softly, close to the back of my neck, and I sigh. I want Jonathan! I want you to get angry with me for teasing you. I want you to be so furious that you will grab me around the waist and throw me over your shoulders like a man determined to possess me, no matter how much I scream and try to get away! I want you to take me to bed, throw me on it, and tie me up so that I don't run away anymore! I want you to tear off my clothes, and stop devouring me with your eyes only, and start devouring me with your mouth and your body. That way, while you devour me, my hunger is what will be satisfied. But it's not me you're going to eat in that bed, wha

He spat but Cher seemed unperturbed. "You can deny it. I can see that...you...I don't even know. Just talk to me, honestly. I want to kiss you and feel every inch of you. I want to strap myself around you and ride myself away till morning. I want to have you all to myself and not share you with anyone. I want..."

My brain decided to stop functioning at this time. And he might've sensed it because he suddenly spoke. “What do you want, Ai?” But I still don't know how to comprehend what I really want. “I…” I want you. But with no strings attached. How can I ever say that? “Ai?” Am I being crazy? “Like what I told you, you can use me all you want, Ai,” he whispered. Damn it.

“Wants to kiss you every chance he gets.” “Then I have all I want.” I brushed my lips against hers. “Me too.”

Cillian “I want you to taste me, Kill…” I’m not dreaming. It’s not an imagination. My girl is commanding me to taste her, to indulge myself. “Like how?” I ask. I want to make sure I do this her way. However she wants. I want to fulfill her fantasies and desires so no one else does. “I want you to taste my tits… taste every part of my body… run your tongue from head to toe… kiss all these bruises on my skin… devour my lips…and taste all of me…” The desire in her voice is unmistakable.

* "I need to touch you too. Please let me feel you." *My tongue darted out to wet my lips, leaving them glistening and inviting. I gazed up at him through lowered lashes, my expression open and wanting, silently begging him to take me, claim me, make me his.*

My phone blared up I turned angrily to the phone thinking it was MR ANNOYING PANTS but it was Tiana calling, I quickly picked it up and her voice rang through the phone calming me down, “If your plan was to make me wait or want you more, just know you won okay baby, just come over already” I smiled, “If that was my plan, I guessed it worked” Chuckling, “yes it did….. why aren't you here yet?” Thinking I decided to use the situation to my advantage, “I changed my mind, I'm busy right now” “Oh really,” I could hear her smile. “Yes really, maybe tomorrow? That's if I'm free” “Well I hope your free, Perché mi manca il sapore della tua figa” (“because I miss the taste of your pussy”)

This has never happened before, and it could only mean one thing. "Llegarán pronto si gustas pasar" (that'll be here soon should you like to come in)..I nod that I under stand and motion for him to come in. we have been trained for momrnt like this and our ever word is a code that to those who don’t know would think is a normal convertation but to us is a coded and planned out briefing. "Gustas algo para tomar mientras esperas" (would you like something to drink while you wait)

I shouldn’t want him. But right now, drowning under the weight of too many hurts and too many losses, the temptation to lose myself in something or someone who actually wants me feels almost impossible to resist. I tilt my head slightly, feeling the whisper of his lips just above my skin, feeling the way he waits, perfectly still, perfectly patient, for me to either close the distance... or move away. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs, his voice thick with restraint. “How hard it is to have you this close and not be able to touch you the way I want to? To taste you, to make you mine?” His breath brushes my neck, hot and shattering. “Ti voglio così tanto.” The words slide o

“Tonight, I just want to be with you. I want to hold you, and make you the center of my world. Just us. No one else.” His words hit me like a wave, washing away the guilt, if only for a moment. I glance up at him, my heart racing in my chest. The tenderness in his voice, the way he’s holding me, is like an anchor pulling me back from all the turmoil in my mind. *He wants me,* I realize. *He really wants me.*