Nine Parts Of Desire 소설 & 이야기

“Because I am still in love with you Emily. You must be so blind to not have guessed that.” I needed to tell her something. Love was far from what I felt for her. But a part of me knows that I can have her just at the tip of my fingers. It was very easy to control Emily. All these other ladies out there want a part of my money. But Emily, all she craves for is the love and affection from any man who could give that to her, and I can give that to her. I guess. ‘This is not love. And I know that I do not want this anymore.”

This time I could not hold him back. A low growl escaped my throat. But strangely… I did not mind it. That tiny touch felt like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. Something I wanted again. And again. Gia jolted. A sudden current ran through her body. Her sandalwood scent wrapped around me like a spell. It clouded my mind. Dark, sinful desires stirred inside my chest. But my mind still resisted. I looked at her. My mind told me to push her away.

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

He slammed his lips over mine once again as my arms tightened around his neck instinctively. Reaching around, he rubbed the cleft between my legs and trailed his lips down my neck. Goosebumps! When he withdrew his hand my skin longed for his touch. I couldn’t deny the fervent way my body reacted to him. My body wanted him as much as my head wanted to stay away from him. His lips sucked hard leaving hickeys, my whole body trembled at the sensation. It felt so good. My core moistened with need. The desire flowing between us grew with his forceful touch.

We move faster. Her voice rises, breaks, shatters as she screams my name. That sound undoes me. I drive her higher, faster, until she’s trembling, crying out, clawing at me like she can’t survive another second without release. When she falls apart beneath me, it’s violent, breathtaking, her whole body convulsing, every muscle clenching tight. I follow her over the edge, groaning against her throat, spilling into her with a force that leaves me shaking. For a moment, there’s nothing but heat, the thundering of our hearts, the wild, reckless satisfaction of having her again.

“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

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

Burning me inside out, fueling the need for him all over me, to devour me. Leaning my back on the wall, I closed my eyes and lifted my chin up. Needle drops of icy water splashing my skin, trying to cool down the flaming desire in my belly. That man ignited something in me with his kiss. Every kiss we shared, every touch he graced me leaves me craving for more. My hands reached up to my heavy peaks. Tracing the pinkish path of my areola, I tweaked my nipples, pulling them to satisfy my need. I am shameless, imagining it was that Gorgeous stranger’s hands that’s doing it to me.

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.