Novel & Cerita He Craved My Love When I Stopped Serving Him Novel

The heat in his eyes made my stomach twist. The hall felt too large, too empty, every shadow thick with hunger. He lowered his voice further. “You crave the edge of it, don’t you? The shame. The eyes on you. My hand on you.” I tried to pull away but his fingers tightened. “Say it,” he whispered. “I don’t” “Say it.” My voice broke. “I crave it.” His smile deepened, slow as spilt honey. “Good,” he said. “Then you will serve me at the evening feast tonight. You will sit where I place you. You will smile at whom I tell you to smile at. And you will wear the chains I give you.”

I but my tongue but it was late to take back my words. "She's simple as well but beautiful, just like you but she was so furious. She always get angry at me. Maybe it was just a few months ago when she gets warmer." I just nodded at how he describe Krisha. "But nothing would change the love I had for you. You are my perfect well sculpted treasure." I just shook my head after hearing his poem. Cassandra's POV

The breakup made me celibate, and now, all the longing I had buried came flooding out like a tidal wave. His lips moved down my neck as my robe slid off one shoulder. My skin trembled and my breath caught. I didn’t realize how badly I had starved my body and how it craved to be touched until now. In between my legs were already dripping wet ready to be devoured as he grabbed and caressed my titties. I was ready, pulling him in. But suddenly he stopped. Just like that. His breathing was heavy, his body tensed, but he drew back as if someone had slammed the brakes on his desire.

“If it’s like that all the time for you… how do you ever touch me? How do you stop touching me?” His eyes burned, reverence and ruin twined together. “I don’t,” he said simply. “Not truly. Every moment I touch you, I want more. Every moment I stop, I cage the hunger, chain it inside my bones so it does not rip you apart. You think it is restraint, little ruin, but it is torment. To hold you without breaking you. To taste you without drowning. Reverence keeps my hands steady—but the darkness never sleeps. I never stop wanting. I only ever stop taking.”

He was certain I would not really leave. I did not bother explaining. I closed my suitcase and walked past him without looking back. The fire kept burning. The bracelet was probably already melted into a small shapeless lump, mixed in with the rest of the ash. Soon it would be impossible to tell which piece had been mine. Like the past eight years. An hour later, I stood at the window of the hotel room. The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, two rows of men in black suits stood with their heads bowed. At the front was Moretti.

If he tells us to stand outside and stay still, we will do it until we are burnt to ash at sunrise. I push myself up, staggering to my knees and shuffling awkwardly towards Canus. Chryseus is in the way, no longer convulsing but laying still, unbreathing. I don’t know if he’s dead beyond repair, and I don’t really want to know anymore. The anger and adrenaline of betrayal has fled me by now, leaving only heartbreak. I loved Chryseus, but it seems that he’d never felt the same way in return. If the taste of his blood is anything to go by, I’m not sure if he’s even capable of such an emotion.

"This is the divorce paper between Ms. Zoe and Mr. Henry. For keeping a family of two others while still married to her, and you wouldn’t even let her be a mother, Mr. Henry, do you really think you deserve to call yourself a husband?" Henry, a powerful figure in the business world, stood trembling under Grace’s accusations, unable to respond. All he could do was stammer, his body shaking, trying to explain to Grace. "I… I do love her…” Grace sneered and shook her head. "Love? After everything you’ve done, how dare you even use that word." "I’ve said too much," Grace continued, her voice cold. "Henry, you have zero conscience." With her job done and words said, Grace turned and left without

And I did. It was messy, desperate, nothing like the neat fantasies I’d allowed myself to imagine. We didn’t slow down, we didn’t pause to think, we simply burned. And when it was over, when the fire ebbed just enough to breathe, my forehead rested against his chest, and my lungs dragged in frantic gulps of air. Every brush of his mouth, every drag of his fingers against me was reckless, forbidden, perfect. “Tell me to stop,” he breathed against my skin, even as his body betrayed the words, trembling with restraint that was already cracking.

Chapter 13: Raven's Secret Crush. As soon as we landed in the hall, my savior threw me to the ground, causing me to almost fall on the cold floor. “How can a boy be so fragile like a girl?" His voice is monotonous while his face looks as hard as a stone. Standing with one hand on his back and the other one on his stomach, he wore a black robe full of authority. The sad expression on my face made me lower my head to hide the expression from him. My bottom lip bit hard as I puffed. "Answer me," he replied, glaring at me.

The other servant exclaims, "Like Lieutenant General Liu Chen!" Then the three servants all nod. Her highness' personal servants can actually see through them. It's just these two are too dense to notice the feelings that the other has towards another! They're aware of the feelings they have towards the other party, it's just they're too scared to approach each other. It's clear that their feelings will be reciprocated! Who would have thought that two of the bravest people in the imperial palace are cowards in facing love? Hearing his name, Liu Chen froze. Does he really stand a chance? Just a little is enough for him. Is it really possible?