Nine Parts Of Desire 소설 & 이야기

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

The warmth another body brought reduced the tight bind of loneliness he'd grown accustomed to. Holding his breath, Kade reached for the lock of hair across Nine's face and pushed it away, smoothing two fingers across her scalp, then along the pillow behind her, so her pretty hair didn't tangle. Sucking in a sharp, frustrated breath, Nine waved her arm out of her blanket as if shooing a fly and exposed her breast in the process. Kade froze as fire tore down the back of his neck. A pang of desire and longing struck him hard, stirring arousal deep in his abdomen.

A delicate balance of retreat, pursuit, and capture ensued, fueling a growing desire that flowed through her like warm, irresistible honey. Her desire was for a pace that was unhurried and indulgent. She yearned for him to crave for her so deeply that his touch would imprint on her skin. She wanted his tongue to write his name upon her flesh and his teeth to carve his feelings into her being. Passion, love, and security-interwoven without compromise. It was the understanding that she could have all three at once that set her free.

Chapter 91 : Irresistible Desires Their bodies were too close, enough for them to feel the heat of each other. Their heavy breathing mixed in the humid air, creating a frantic melody that echoed in their ears. When their lips met, it was like an electric shock that ran through their bodies. She fought the attraction for a moment, but the magnetic force that drew them together was irresistible.

The desire that had been dormant for so long now surged, uncontrollable. He swallowed hard. It was a considerable risk, but his desire was greater. With a swift movement, he stepped to the chair beside the bed and sat down, his eyes never leaving Narsha's face. His left hand touched her lips, exploring them, feeling the soft and cracked parts, while his right hand reached for his erection.

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

My mind went blank, consumed by the intensity of the kiss—the way his taste flooded my mouth, intoxicating and overwhelming. I tried to push him away, but he didn’t relent. Instead, his hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss. I could feel the hard edge of his body pressing into mine, every inch of him unyielding and possessive. His tongue brushed against mine with a force that made my knees weaken, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just felt. His anger and desire tangled together, seeping into me until I was drowning in it.

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

It moves down to my face, as if memorizing every curve, and then, to my lips, lingering a second too long before snapping back to my eyes. Every bit of this feels dangerous. My throat suddenly feels so parched as a strange heat engulfs me. I want to take a step closer to him, but at the same time, I want to run far away. It feels like I am standing on a cliff edge, aware that one wrong move will send me falling. “Ares…” "You should go," he says stiffly, pulling his gaze away from me and raking a hand through his hair. I should. It is the right thing to do. But my feet wouldn’t listen to my brain. Instead, I give in to my body, stepping just a little closer to him, daring us both.