Novel & Cerita Her Own Desire

she whispers, her eyes meeting mine. Is she feeling the same pull? Does she want me as much as I want her? I grip her even tighter, and she lets out a soft moan. I can smell the desire radiating from her. She wants me. I feel a desperate urge to claim her right here, right now. The scent of her hunger for pleasure fills my senses, making it almost unbearable. “Feel what?” I demand again, curiosity and dominance driving my tone. She looks into my eyes, her voice trembling as she chokes out, “Desire. I desire you… and I don’t know why.” Her words are shaky but honest.

He knew she was hurting yet she was trying to show him that she was strong. “If you care or not Desire, you deserve an explanation. I didn’t know she was going to come into the room. I was here waiting for you and the food when she walked in with her robe and before I could say anything, she removed it and sat on my lap. I was trying to peel her off me when you walked in Desire. I have no other Desire for any other woman except you. Dobe” Her eyes were already glistening with tears. “I just don’t want to be hated by anyone anymore. I just want to be happy” Desire cried out.

This was even more pronounced among the wealthy. Because she understood herself so clearly, Yvonne never denied her own desires. On the contrary, she indulged them fully, believing that only by doing so could she push herself to gain more, to reach higher. Her desire was like an invisible pair of hands—unyielding and powerful—constantly driving her forward. With that thought, Yvonne took a deep breath and straightened her back slightly. She knew that if she was not strong enough, she did not deserve anything she currently had.

All she has to do is say the words and I will do whatever is she wants. She moves away from my cock and looks at me her eyes renewed. She wants more. “You okay?” she asks me after a moment. “I want more” She says echoing my thoughts. I sit up and she shakes her head no. I lay back down watching her. “My pussy is dripping wet from watching you get all your pleasure. She wants her own pleasure.” She says pointing to her pussy and then standing up on the bed placing me between her legs. I look at her pussy and suddenly I feel parched. I smell her scent and my body comes alive like she didn’t suck the living hell out of me a minute ago.

She cried out, arching her back against the pillows. As the last throes of her orgasm shook her, she relaxed into her sheets, sated, though it was little more than a fantasy. At that thought, a pang of sorrow thrummed through her. That was all her dreams would ever be—fantasy. Not just him, but all her heart’s desires. She wanted more than she could have. She always had. She loved her pack, but the duties that bound her to them had never been her choice. She may have been a Grey by birth, but if she were braver, she’d live her own life. She’d make her own choices. If she were free…

But seeing her burning face with awkwardness, suddenly, my heart and eyes wanted to see her more without even caring what she would think? I felt the desire! The wild desire to cross my boundary.

He always was an overbearing man, doing things that go to his accordance, even if it involved the refusal of another person. “Please, Aeval. Just come home. You know I’m not even seventeen, and father had arranged my marriage with a man who is twice my age. I know I don’t deserve your help, but can you see it from my perspective? I have my whole life ahead of me, my studies, my carrier, I can not be a housewife, for a man who is thirty-four years old. I’d lose myself.” She stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath as she sniffled. “I’d become you. Broken and miserable. Do you want me to become a replica of yours?”

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.