Her Desire 소설 & 이야기

HIS WANTS """Her glance was a mixture of desire and timidity, he didn't want to judge her according to her actions, for the years he had been stalking her, In her room. He only wanted to cherish this moment. . He pressed his hand into the smaller of her back and pulled her still closer, causing the lower part of his body to twitch in excitement and yearning for this little woman. He was aware of his male hardness swelling inside his tight breeches, his male hardness was strained like a mad thing to get ever close, he wants to be fully sated between her legs.

she cursed in haze, her brown orbs went visibly wide when they met my midnight one… I could see her lips trembling while my hands still remained snaked around her waist, she was about to speak but I beat her with my words “If you are not scared then why are you trembling” I questioned her “Because you are standing too close to me…” she said in her wobbly voice and I was stunned with her answer, I kept staring at her eyes when she suddenly straighten her spine and brought her hands in-between us and lightly pushed me away… “I think I know what I want as my wish…” She suddenly said by diverting her eyes “What?” I questioned her with raised eyebrow “My wish, you said you’ll grant me one wish fo

she sighed. Niquel turned to face her, only she couldn’t meet his eyes in fear of being discovered – that she still cared about him and wished for everything to return to the way they were. If only it wasn’t a far-flung dream. She was afraid he’d see the doubt and fear and hope that she hid beneath an exterior of anger and tiredness.

She was so beautiful and hot, one could spend his whole life doing nothing but sleeping with her. "Who are you?" He asked, his heart trembling like never before.

she tells me, desperation leeching over her every word. My stomach sinks. By the bitter sadness in her eyes, she is mourning her daughter. And by the burning anger accompanying it, she blames my father. “What’s her name?” Maybe I've crossed paths with her. “Ariel.” “I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is," I tell her earnestly. I wish I did, because it's clear this is a broken woman who is desperate to find her daughter. A dark shadow of pain and ire passes over her face, right as she charges at me.

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”

“It isn’t your fault. I came here wanting excitement.” He leaned toward her. “If ‘Taming the Wild Queen’ isn’t your kind of excitement, we can fix that. Tell me what you want, Mackenzie. We’re in the business of creating fantasies here. What is your deepest desire? The one that sets your body on fire? The one that makes you melt without being touched?” She drew a long breath, then let it out. Desire… What did she know of desire? A keen ache passed through her. She sighed.

"Nobody is out there. Just the rain." She turned her head to look at the window, watching the water cascade down the glass. "It feels like she’s still here. Like she’s just waiting in the dark. Davis... I can't shake the feeling that she’s right. When she looked at me, it wasn't just that she was mad. She looked at me like she loathed my very existence. Like my breathing was an insult to Tiffany’s memory."

"You want to psychoanalyze me, good sir? Pry into what's twisting my subconscious into knots these endless nights as I choke down defeat after bitter defeat? Very well, let's examine just what plague that capricious, smarming, viperous truculent viper of a woman has summoned forth upon me..." The words pour from me at a steadily increasing cadence, harsh Romanic syllables filling the trailer until I can scarcely tell where rational diction gives way to feral, unguarded lather. I snarl and seethe at how her very existence has shaken my being to its foundations these last seasons. How the burning injustice of her effortless uprising from humble pauper's origins has so destabilized and consumed

She sighs forlornly and leans her back against his legs as he is standing closer to her. " I want to be a mother. I want to go to work after preparing breakfast for you and our kids. I want to give my kids a life that I always wanted for myself. Will you be there for me to fulfill those wishes? One day, when we will have our own house and happy life?" She looks at him. Her eyes flickering with thousands of hopes. She wants him to say - yes. I will be there. However, she looks shocked when - Derek sits next to her and hugs her tightly.