Novel & Cerita Nine Parts Of Desire

*** UNKNOWN'S POV I want her! I want her naked body moaning under me when I'll thrust deeper into her sweet pu*sy, I want her to scream in pain when she won't be able to take me anymore, I want her to suck my d*ck, I want to squeeze her soft b*obs, I want to mark every inch of her flesh with my touch, I want to give long lasting bruises on her body, I want to taint her, I want to destroy her body. I f–cking want September Wilson.

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.

Mу grоwіng desire makes me want to beg аnd thrust myself into hіѕ hаndѕ. Hе holds mе ѕtіll, continuing thе sweet tоrturе. I рlасе mу palms on thе floor so I’m ѕtаblе. I саn fееl mу thіghѕ ѕtаrt tо ѕhаkе wіth excitement. This is ѕо sizzling hоt. I wаnt аll оf him, more оf hіm. I want hіm іnѕіdе mе, but hе’ѕ thе оnе іn соntrоl, not mе.

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

Or in the way he’d get all soft, soft gaze, soft smiles, like what he was looking at was precious. And I couldn’t stand it, how my heart was about to burst or break, as the touches were a jolt all on their own, no mate bond necessary and it was getting harder and harder to be normal about all of this. To just get to know them instead of wanting them. To not want to be their mate or long to be.