Longing Sentence Novelas e Histórias

He comes closer and bends down a little to bring his face to my face. "What are those things according to you?" He wants to know a simple thing. "love-making contains yearning sex contains craving and fuck contains desiring." He slightly smiles and makes me sit on the chair again. "Can you explain please?" I nod in approval. "Making love is when we love someone deeply and want the person to be intertwined with us. We want to form into one from two. No gap, no distance, only the feelings being curled. Inhaling the breath of the person for whom we are inhaling after falling for the person. That's why I named it Yearning." He is looking at me inklessly.

“she might be tired, but she's feeling better this morning. she is also very excited because she wants to meet you.” Lexi felt down. For some reason he felt happy when Daniel supported his relationship with Jessica. There was peace creeping into his heart. If this had happened a long time ago, surely he would not have experienced the heavy longing that made him and Jessica must be separated from each other and could not communicate through anything. “Is the apartment still far away?" Lexi asked impatiently. The longing for his wife was piling up and this morning it seemed that his longing level was at the peak. already bloated and want to meet the owner of his heart soon

The feeling that has been hidden for a long time is longing. Jayden grabbed Lea's chin and planted his lips on hers, trying to express his longing through a kiss. A deep and hot kiss. Leah gasped. "Aah...," she moaned happily.

"You just don't want to admit it because of who he is. And that's okay, Amelia. It's understandable." "There's nothing to admit," I argue, a defensive edge creeping into my voice. "I may long for him, but that doesn't mean I miss him." Marie's laughter fills my mind, rich, warm, and tinged with exasperation. "Oh, Amelia. You never cease to amaze me." "What do you mean?" I ask, my brow furrowing in confusion. "You're saying that longing for someone isn't the same as missing them," she explains as if speaking to a particularly dense child.

Pregnant women and their habits. “Six months is enough space. I’m going to die if I don’t have her back in my life.” I admit, staring with a longing at the glass in my hand. “She’s all the thoughts that filled my head in those long months. She is all I wish for.” My fingers thread through my hair for the umpteenth time. “God, is this what it feels like?” She arches a brow with a smile that suggests she might have an inkling of what it is. “What? Love? Yearning? It depends. Yours is a more severe case.”

I shouldn't long for a man who viewed me as nothing more than a pawn. When she closed her eyes and curled up in her blankets close by her brothers and listened to the wind whistle through the trees, she could feel the phantom press of Ashton's lips on hers. The memories, too vivid not to be real, made her body tremble with longing and her heart bleed all over again. Damn that bloody Lennox to hell for making her long for him, for her body and soul to ache to be with him, even when he didn't care about her at all.

A shiver ran down my spine as I surrendered myself even more to the touch of our embrace, my mind awash with a heady mixture of desire and longing. With each heartbeat, I felt myself falling deeper into the abyss of desire. My emotions swirled like leaves caught in a tempestuous wind. The touch of Orion was a balm to my soul, igniting a flame that I had long kept buried beneath layers of caution. Yet, as we danced on the precipice of intimacy, I found myself surrendering to the allure of our connection. My longing was laid bare in every lingering glance and hesitant touch. Lost in the passion, I clung to Orion desperately, as if he were the anchor keeping me from being swept away by the tide

I whispered to the stillness, my voice barely audible but laden with yearning. The memory of our closeness felt like a distant dream now, something just out of reach. I sighed again, feeling that somehow, in this small act of exhaling my sorrow, I might alleviate my longing for Marius, even if just a little. The emptiness beside me in the bed was a stark reminder of his absence, a void that no amount of sighing could fill.

Why the hell was he still suspecting her? "Tell me, Nathan," Chloe's voice danced with a mischievous undertone. "Just how much do you miss me? Are we talking about little pangs of longing or full-blown heartache?" I couldn't help but smile, grateful for the opportunity to bask in the warmth of our connection. "Oh, Chloe, it's definitely more than just a few pangs. It's like a constant ache, a longing to have you by my side. Every moment away from you feels like an eternity."

Lisa observed him from afar, her heart aching with a blend of admiration and longing. The silence between them was punctuated only by the rhythmic galloping of their horses, the sounds of nature providing a haunting backdrop to their journey. Lisa's emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of worry, admiration, and a deeper longing that she dared not fully acknowledge. She wrestled with her own desires, torn between the urge to bridge the distance between them and the knowledge that their paths diverged for the time being.