His Deepest Desire の小説・ストーリー

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

“I’ve got my work cut out for me. Sex is…about pleasure, sure, but it’s so much more than that. It’s a primal need, evolutionary evidence of our innermost animalistic desires. It’s about making your deepest fantasies come true, letting go of all your possible limits and pushing past the limits.” I stare at him in shock. Hayden Thornhill sounds like a professor and he called me academic? He sounds passionate, hot as fuck. “So, I’m gonna ask you, Dakota. What’s your deepest, most intimate, wildest fantasy?” he asks. I gulp down hard. “My fantasy?” “Yeah, what do you dream about when you sleep at night? What do you long for? What do you wish a man would do to you right now?” he asks. Suddenly,

Waking up to the sound of his voice is still, after everything, the most beautiful and most maddening thing in my life. All I have ever wanted all I will ever want is him. By my side. Within my reach. Mine. I know I'm not the husband he might have dreamed of, back before he knew what it meant to belong to someone like me. Hell, I don't even deserve him. But that's the nature of desire, isn't it? We crave the things we have no right to. And he — he is the most dangerous sin I've ever known, one I'll gladly drown in for the rest of my life, one that consumes me and reshapes me into something I'm not sure even I recognize anymore.

If only, she knew his darkest desires, if only she would grant them if he did get the courage to voice it out loud. **~~**

I thought I'll be able to. "I told you, human desires are crazy." napatigil ako sa sinabi niya dahil kasabay niyon ay ang pagpitik niyang muli sa noo ko. "The stronger you wish for something, the deeper the desire you wanted to have it. And the deeper the desires you have, the easier it is to consume your whole self. Just like Cinderella's step-mother."

I stay silent trying to understand the constant shift of my emotions. “I don’t understand my feelings for you but I do know there is no one I want other than you. That woman meant nothing to me Jamie, but… but you mean something… please.” He steps closer to me, moving his hands dramatically, desperation is in his tone. I want to scream at all the different thoughts pulling me toward a different answer! I never understood all those heartfelt movies that talk about listening to your heart but now I do. Sometimes there’s too many answers, and too many wrong answers. And sometimes there are too many questions, and no answers at all, and they are all overcrowding your thoughts in all different vo

Because the desire that’s consuming me is as real as the guilt. And the city… the city burns. And I’m right at the center of the fire. Between the man who loves me tenderly... and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

“The stronger the desire, the deeper the effect. It could be euphoria that makes you cry or desperation that makes you shake and beg for mercy. Or … lust. Hunger. A need that eats you alive from the inside.” He shifted closer. His voice dropped to a whisper as he played with a strand of my hair. “Sometimes you'll tremble because you want too much, sometimes because you’ve lost too much. Either way, you’ll feel like I’m the only one who can ever satisfy you.” I clicked my tongue and slapped his hand away. “That’s even possible?” Ash pulled back a little, eyes locked on mine. “I’m the embodiment of desire and addiction, little lamb. Every command you give me is a seed. And that seed grows into

"You are crazy and madly delusional, I tell you. In a frenzy, we rolled and grappled on the floor, each one of us driven by our own strong desires; mine was the desire to attain my freedom as quickly as I possibly could no matter how much strength it would take me to achieve that goal, while Chase's desires were the selfish intentions of keeping me in his grasps for the rest of both of our lives.

Surrender had not diminished her; paradoxically, it had filled her. “I didn’t know,” she whispered at last. “I didn’t know that was what I wanted. What I needed.” “The deepest desires rarely announce themselves with words. They whisper through the skin. Through the tension in the body when you avoid a certain gaze. Through the way you breathe when you hear a particular voice.” He shifted, sitting up in bed and pulling her to face him. His gaze was different now. The mask of absolute control had softened, giving way to an expression of intense, almost reverent contemplation.