Ost Uncontrollably Fond Only You Mga Nobela at Kwento

Erdem POV: Self-control, noun, the ability to control oneself, in particular one’s emotions and desires, especially in difficult situations. I was taught the art of self-control from a young age, but I let go every bit of control to sooth my desire. It wasn’t any particular difficult situation I believe, even though the memory is hazy, but I remember the desire that scorched me alive from inside and out. And while I was drunk out of my mind, something that never had happened before, I surrendered to the scorching desire and took her. Name? I don’t know. Face? I don’t remember. And I intend on never remembering either. For the very next day my moon-blessed graced my land. And I couldn’t have

“Yep, I have just mastered the art of self-control.” “Lucky you, Mr. Sterling.” This pull, this attraction, I felt with both of them, had turned me into something else. An addict who craved their touch every second. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Being horny doesn’t make you less of yourself, love. A full moon is approaching soon. Your emotions, our emotions are all over the place,” he told me. I rolled my lower lip between my teeth, and he groaned. Waylen would have slipped his hand under my dress long ago. “Goddess, I look at you, and the next word on my mind is fuck. But I’ve had more time to practice self-control. You’ll get there soon, Elizabeth.”

All he needs to do is touch and I totally come apart for me. I hate how he controls me. I hate how he knows that he can control me. I'm so stupid. I predicted this happening and yet I couldn't do anything to stop it because I am a fool. One of the biggest fools known to mankind and if I don't watch myself closely, I might end up suffering for it. Rowan latches his mouth into the material of my shorts than I'm wearing no panties under. He soaks it up with his saliva and my body comes undone for him. I hate my body for being selfish and unjust.

“My feelings t⁠owards her‌ have bee⁠n m‍ore intense​, a passi‌on I’v‍e ne​ver felt before. It's like I’m losing my self control around her.⁠” She n‍odded slowly,‌ making more notes. “That‌ fi​t​s. The⁠ bond may be anchoring you,⁠ keepi​ng the curse’s vol‍atili‍ty in check. But we need to m​onitor it c‌losel‍y.”‌

My jaw muscle tightened For a moment you didn't respond. We stood in silence for some time and it was like the entire room was holding his breath. Then , carefully, I said, “ That's the bond.” Jessica frowned. “ Is it supposed to be intense like this?” mY eyes met hers fully “ Yes and it only gets worse if it is not controlled by me.” The word should have sounded possessive or frightened but she wasn't at all. “ Then stop controlling it for a second,” she whispered. I inhaled deeply and beginning to lose control

Pretending everything was still under control. Even though I knew— Control was slipping. Slowly. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to grab it back.

“They don’t understand what grows in silence.” “No,” he agreed. “They don’t understand restraint.” My wristband flickered again, brighter this time. EMOTIONAL ELEVATION: DETECTED. Still no prohibition. “They’re letting this happen,” I whispered. “Yes,” Mary said. “They want to see which part of you moves first, control or craving.” He lifted his hand but stopped before touching me. Paused. Waited. The restraint was worse than contact. “Say the word,” he murmured. “And I step back.”

I look over to Uncle. “It’s doable. If we follow the instructions-” “Anastasia,” Mykhol takes my shoulder.” I think Her Majesty is trying to suggest that you should tone it down?” Tone it down! The words scream in my ears. “What? Why?” How could I tone it down? Everything can work because I’ve organized it so we can depend on each other. “Why must I-” “Because it’s too much!” Aunt Funda blurts to have the whole room turn with an agreement.

she murmured in her sweet, sexy voice, licking my cheek and biting my jaw playfully. Jessamine giggled when I jerked, startled by her flirty attack. I should have gotten upset, but I swore my manhood would disagree as I was now hard, my member wanting furiously to break free from my underwear and pants. Surely, I wanted to have my shaft buried tonight in any woman I hoped to meet in the bar, but I was not expecting God to drop my best friend from heaven into my arms like a blessing, as Aaron would always say.

He raised his voice. "What should I have done? Tell you the enemy's my mate?!" I yelled, equally getting annoyed. "This could have been avoided!" "How? I have no control over things like this. This is a part of us. Of all people you should know that!" "Don't use that tone on me, young lady," he said in a low annoying tone. "I'm still your uncle and the beta of this pack." "And I still remain your niece and future alpha of this pack." I equally said defiantly and walked away.