Novel & Cerita Marriage And Desire

Relationships where sex was not lacking. Despite all that, the sex wasn't enough to keep the relationship and chemistry going. At a point, he or the ladies fell out of love with each other. In the case of his marriage, he has always felt the chemistry between him and his wife which seemed to have grown after the wedding but the attraction can be felt. The desire and want he felt for her now can only be termed as the icing on the cake. Did he want her? Yes. Can he have her? Yes.

IRIS The language of the marriage contract rises in my mind with merciless clarity, not as ink on paper but as something living, something with teeth. Fidelity – not merely of action, not limited to touch or sex or the crude mechanics of betrayal – but fidelity of response. Of attention. Of want. No entanglement, no flirtation, no acknowledgment (external or internal) of desire for any man other than my husband. Not even in passing, not even in imagination.

Would their marriage be happy if neither of them desires it? To be continued...

“Don’t say anything. Just listen. I want you to know that I’m bent on marrying you, Desiree. I will marry you. You'll be my wife, and I want you to know why. It’s not a secret that I’m deeply attracted to you. I want you in ways a man shouldn’t want a girl who’s this much younger. But you already know all this—you know how I feel about you. You know how hard I’m trying to fight the feelings. However, what you don't know is that my feelings for you have nothing to do with why I’m marrying you. Yes, I want to kiss you. Yes, I want to make love to you. But it's not the reason I asked you to marry me.” Oh? “It's not?” I ask. Caspian shakes his head. “This marriage between us will be a contract.”

Desire is the unwavering commitment to face adversity as a united front, drawing strength from their shared love. The beauty of desire in a long-lasting relationship is that it evolves, adapts, and deepens with time. It's a testament to their enduring love, resilience, and commitment. Through the journey of life, desire between a couple grows from a tender spark to a steady, comforting flame, illuminating their path as they continue to walk hand in hand.

Marriage. I never thought In my life that someone powerful will ever find me desirable and yet have a deadly obsession. This was never intended to happen in the first place. I wasn't the average girl who fantasized about getting married, living in a huge home, and having children. Something like this never occurred to me as something that might really happen.

He had underestimated how much his yearning for this little lady was – the sexual desire he had for her was real and unfortunately unfulfilled in their marriage bed. "Only for now, at least." This was the thought that crossed his mind. However, when this overwhelming sexual desire met with the ravenous craving that came from wanting her unsullied and surprisingly fragrant blood, it truly was as if he were sucker-punched in the gut. Fighting it off is going to be perhaps the most difficult thing he would ever attempt in his life, which was not without its fair share of hardships.

Media and paparazzis’ would crawl just to get a glimpse of his wedding. I decided to search his name on my computer once again, hoping to uncover any overlooked details about his personal life. There was no trace or indication of Isaac's marital status. It was natural for an employer to establish a level of professional distance and separation from their employees. However, my curiosity about Isaac's previous marriage continued to nag at me. I couldn't help but wonder how this personal aspect of his life influenced his interactions and demeanor towards others. There seemed to be an intangible barrier or aloofness that surrounded him, intensifying my desire to uncover more about his past.

My hands moved to his back next, and I felt all the muscles I’d already stared at. He was so powerful and the most powerful man I’d ever touched. I felt like I was touching a beast that couldn’t be tamed. He was all man, from head to toe. I’d never been with a man who felt so purely masculine. Dante even kissed me better than any man ever had and nothing about this was romantic. It was carnal and instinctual, but it frothed with distinct passion. How could I enjoy kissing someone I hated? I moved for his jeans next, ready to tug them down so he could fuck me. My offer of sex must have changed his mind and something about my words got under his skin and made him rethink what he was losing.

“Something beyond duty.” A small ache stirred unexpectedly in Loren’s chest. The Prince deserved the love he had grown up believing was possible. He was kind, gentle, and she suspected, unhappy in a way the court did not permit him to confess. She liked him. He was someone she could learn to respect, perhaps even care for deeply. She wondered if that would be enough. She wondered if their marriage would always feel like a polite arrangement. She wondered if she would ever know desire again. She looked back at the Prince, who sat watching dragonflies hover above the pond, a faint smile on his lips. Loren found herself wishing she could want him. That she could meet kindness with passion, inst