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Not enough pressure, not the precise spot. It was the best kind of torment, and she understood now more than ever why there was such an allure to the mix of pain and pleasure. Why delayed gratification was more than just practised by the whip and flogger community. Because she knew when he finally gave her what she wanted, it would shatter her entire fucking world. She hadn’t even realized it, but she’d shut her eyes, so when he ordered her to look at him, she was at first startled. “I want to see you,” he said. “All of you. Don’t hide from me, Emily.”

“What do you want to come next?” “Honestly? I don’t know. Three months ago I wanted revenge on Julian. Then I wanted to survive the divorce. Then I wanted to protect you and Ivy from my mess. But now?” I look around my apartment. “Now I just want this. Whatever this is. You. Ivy. Building something real.” “Even if it’s messy?” “Especially if it’s messy. Perfect is overrated. Real is better.” He kisses me. Soft. Sweet. Full of promise.

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

Want rises sharp and immediate. The room tightens. I force myself to stillness. The pressure eases. Eliza notices the moment it does. She flicks her gaze to me, something unreadable crossing her face. Gratitude. Pain. Pride. Maybe all three. I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my life. Which tells me touching her would be catastrophic. I used to think desire was simple. You wanted. You acted. You lived with the consequences like a man. This is different.

But perfection can be suffocating. James is everything a woman is supposed to want. He’s kind, respectful, successful, and deeply in love with me. He opens doors, remembers anniversaries, and never raises his voice. In bed, he’s gentle — almost too gentle. Slow kisses, soft touches, missionary position with constant eye contact and whispered “Are you okay, baby?” He makes love to me like I’m fragile. After two years together, I’ve started craving something rougher, dirtier, more primal. Something that makes me feel like a woman instead of a porcelain doll. That hunger is exactly why I never stopped the anonymous gifts.

Inside, they made love again, slower, sweeter, no rush, no ghosts. Just them. Finally, wholly, unapologetically together, she finally meet someone would could meet her desire and was everything she deserved and more, he could fuck like an ox and he wanted ever part of her, she had done more exploring than she had ever done with David and it was a nice beginning to something beautiful. On returning from the mini vacation, she had over a dozen emails and voicemails, apparently Sarah was fucking up the contract and they needed her to take over and make amend, I thought to myself I guess Karma exists.

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~