Novel & Cerita Her Own Desire

She felt his wanting her as if it were her own. It was its own specific thing, his desire, not a mirror of hers but something with its own shape and weight and particular character, ten thousand years of patience finally exhausted, directed at her with the full specific force of a being who had crossed every boundary in creation to arrive at this exact moment and was not interested in waiting any longer.

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

Free from the omega stereotype… But she didn’t want to admit it… No, she was so used to putting aside her own feelings, she was barely a shadow of who she really was. Used to suppress her own desires and need, she barely knew what that was anymore. She was wrapped up in other people's expectations of her and doing what they wanted her to, I was starting to wonder if she’d ever done anything for herself. Wondered how many times she’d suppress her “vulgar” side – as she put it. Because while she said she wasn’t that type of person, I could feel her body shudder with desire as she spoke.

Let desire do the work you cannot force. And when she finally gave herself, it would be a surrender so beautiful I would hardly dare to claim it aloud.

Aurelia forced out a smile and nodded. “I am going now,” she said and ended the call. Aurelia looked at herself in the mirror one more time and pouted her lips. She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before turning toward her door, determined to make her first attempt toward getting the man she wanted — and desired. “I am doing this because I want it.”

"You think I could touch you, kiss you like that, out of simple impulse? After... after everything? My God, Ariane..." I pass a hand over my face, feeling the nausea of her interpretation rise in me. She reduces me to that. To a base, selfish desire. She no longer sees the man. She sees only the beast. "Yes, I desire you. Always. You are the most desirable woman I have ever seen. But that's not what drives me. It's the fact that you are you. That you have become a stranger to me. That I am desperately seeking a bridge, any bridge, even a physical one, to return to you. Even if it's clumsy. Even if it's wrong. The embrace, the kiss... it was a call. Not a demand."

Let herself be seen. Not by anyone else. By herself. Her fingers traced the marks on her body like scripture, like poetry carved into skin. And then lower. Slower. Until her breath caught. Not because of shame. Or fear. But because her body remembered what her pride refused to accept. She wanted. Not love. Not submission. Not safety. She wanted the power of being wanted. The hunger. The way his mouth had trembled against hers. The restraint in his hands when he could’ve torn her open.

Even if that man was her husband. She had never thought before that she could desire someone without loving him. The truth was so far from the ideal ethics she’d imposed on herself. She’d always bee proud of not feeling the need to sleep with someone just for the heck of it. And now it was shocking to realize that it had been from lack of opportunity rather than a contest of will. “Are you ready?” Jake asked a moment later. “Yes, you can come in,” she shouted back fastening the clasp of her necklace and examining the final effect in the mirror.