Marriage And Desire Novels & Stories

He is anticipating my arrival, so he can't be far off from appearing. “No. Not until we are married," I mutter under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck. Sleeping with Caspian when I have the most attractive man possible standing right in front of me, who is more than willing to sleep with me if I ask, isn't exactly something I want to think about. His gaze darkens. “Tell me that’s a joke.” “It has to be consummated. I don’t really feel like being thrown out on my ass because our marriage is invalid," I remind him. He may not know how this works, but I do, and I can't take any risks.

But the intense, bone-deep need to take her, to enter her sweet body and join himself to her… that had to be connected to the pregnancy because it was outside anything in his experience. Maxim had experienced lust, the basest kind that had nothing to do with emotion, and he’d been in love. This didn’t resemble either experience. He could satisfy his lust for her without marriage, but the marriage was necessary for him to have the sort of relationship with his child that he wanted, that he craved. And it was the only way he could give his child everything he or she deserved. “Now, my acceptance isn’t without conditions,” Michaela continued, her gorgeous face deathly serious. “I agree that mar

"But I want to be more than that, James. I want to be your wife. I want us to get married." He was not in the least shocked at her words. He had somehow knew she was going to say something like that someday. He sat up and faced her properly, which flexed the muscles in his upper arms. "Do I have to remind you that you made it clear to me that you don't want us to be more than friends when I asked you to go out with me? So,how could you —" The rest of his words went straight into Vivian's mouth as she lunged forward and connected their gobs.

"I'm sorry, Dean." “I was the one who wanted to end this marriage. You don't need to feel guilty or uneasy. Although I desire a woman, I can’t marry a woman that I know she still loves and thinks of another man in her heart all the time. Your body language will betray your mind. Such marriage will never be happy.”

She sneered at me. My mouth gaped open, and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Listen here, Barbie." I use the word Linda calls her. "Don't just think you can come in here and lash out at me. I wasn't ready to get married. I was barely eighteen, and we were as young — I don't need to explain shit to you because this is between me and Storm. Now, why don't you leave and go back to where you came from?" I snapped at her, and she stared at me with disgust before stomping out almost crashing into Janeth who looked taken aback.

He had walked away after making me come apart, leaving me aching and empty. Maybe the taste of me had disgusted him. Maybe the fact that no one wanted me, made me undesirable in his eyes. Yet I couldn't stop the traitorous thought: I want him to take it. To cover me with his body, fill me completely, and erase every cruel touch from my past with his cock. To make me scream his name until the marriage bond between us felt real enough to the point that it couldn't be broken. A new wave of arousal makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"I desire you. I desire you in the way a man yearns for a woman, and I am not referring to something innocent like strolling hand in hand along the beach or sitting together on a bench, silently observing the sunset. Cassandra, I must express that I desire more than just a conventional romance with you. I yearn for a deeper connection, and I doubt you possess the capability to fulfill my aspirations. I am genuinely concerned about causing you harm, considering you have recently broken out from your marriage that lasted for a decade. Your emotional vulnerability at this moment renders it inappropriate for us to engage romantically."

And my mistresses will go elsewhere after my marriage. - And me? - You, you do not move from here, even after the marriage. - What if your wife doesn’t want to see me here? - She has no say. You do not move from here, even after the marriage. I pull her close to me, caressing her hair, her back, I go down to her buttocks, which I fondle; she moans in my ear, I am hard as a rock, I want to satisfy this shadowy, murderous desire, it kills me.

“You actually did it. You actually asked Liam to marry you. What the hell, girl?” She stormed in further and stopped in front of the desk, glaring down at Desiree. “Marriage is not something that is decided in a split second, Desiree!” Desiree shook her head. “That's not true. You can wake up and just decide that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone.”

My brother was getting married to the woman of his dreams, someone who was very unlikely, they barely spoke in high school, they barely looked at each other in the eyes. “But tomorrow they are going to be looking each other in the eyes and professing their love for one another!”. That was something I wished so bad I could do with Desiree. I turned away from the mirror and headed for the shower. “Maybe in another life!”