Novel & Cerita Object Of My Desires

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

This triggered the appearance of his fangs as he cringed at me. It was a short time to process me being tied up to a board with an injured wrist while the love of my life I desired so much was fully active in the scene. I was supposed to be on a fucking date with him. I was even expecting him to propose to me today after ten long years but here he was attempting to unalive me after slapping the face he seemed to adore too much.

A sweet temptation. With my muscular arms around her waist, I pulled her more closer to me and held her so close to me as she slept peacefully in my arms. My sanity flew out the window, I couldn’t think clearly, All I wanted was to make love to her this morning, it’s all I dreamt of, it’s all I could think about. I was so lost in the moment and so fucking aroused. All I wanted right now was to satisfy my desires and hunger for this seductress. All my veins came alive as I felt emotions that I'd never felt before.

“Come on, let’s show this person what they’re missing.” I did my best not to look, to stay detached from that lascivious display unfolding in front of me. But it was impossible. My body had a goal, a target, a single desire, a single someone who could satisfy the hunger consuming me. And that someone was right in front of me, on the other side of the glass, with a woman kneeling before him.

~Lola~ The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.

So is the desire to conquer her. To own her. To make her mine. And that’s exactly what I do.

“I thought we were past this now?” I scoffed, fed up and ready to explode. “Past this? When and how did we get past it? Having sex and fucking my brains out isn’t getting past it. I can’t be this girl you only pull close when everyone isn’t watching. Jace, I am not an object. I am human, with feelings and desires that surpass sex alone. I want romance, courtship, and a man who will hold my hand while telling the world he loves me.” My eyes grew glassy, knowing the direction I was headed. What I wanted wasn’t too much, but it was for this man. “You wanted this. You suggested the way things are. I wanted to stop it way before now,” he reminded me.

he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I gulped and leaned into him, feeling the safety of his presence. I closed my eyes briefly, gathering my courage before opening them to meet his gaze in the mirror. The reflection revealed a new sense of burning desire, an overwhelming need to scratch the lust I felt for him. “I want you to put it in me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability, still surprised that my hidden desires were being discovered by the man I was so madly in love with.

Leo declared, looking deeper into his mother's eyes, silently speaking as he watched his mother's lips bound in the certain thought of his fury. Leo turned away when no other words were spoken, focusing his stare on the only human that mattered much to him, sitting on the sofa across Ismael's seated position. An emotion had built a foundation of love which spilled greatly; Leo sat aware of Ismael's desire to wreak havoc, but a thread of thrill ran through his spine rather than that of betrayal. The expectancy of Ismael's desires fascinated his every being. He was the one specially created for him, a dare button which he always needed in the carvings of his mind, the perfect rival.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.