Novel & Cerita Prelude To Desire

However, before I could, he suddenly applied more pressure. Like a single push of a button, I was devastated. My entire body and mind seemed to be screaming like crazy. My body began to buckle. My lips parted slightly, and my legs unconsciously spread wider. Just as I was about to achieve ecstasy, Dr. Carter suddenly withdrew his hand. The end came abruptly, leaving me with a profound sense of loss. "We're done. You have quite a few sensitive spots," Dr. Carter said, wiping his hands. Although his expression was impassive, I noticed a startling bulge in his pants. Could Dr. Carter really be interested in me, a country woman who'd been farming all year round?

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

However, getting a boyfriend when you are not yet ready is not a good thing to do. "You know I am not yet rea—" she did not let me continue what I was going to say and she already cut me off on that part. "You are not yet ready? Girl, you will never be ready if you will not get in touch with someone. I know we are supposed to wait for the right one but waiting sometimes needs action too. How can you maintain your desires if you will just keep on waiting? Fish will not jump on your boat by themselves, you need to make a bait and catch them," Haira said before I could speak my mind up. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her. This girl will never let me win on these kinds of arguments.

She said in her enthusiastic way and she again was about to get up but this time Wadan encircled his arm around her back and completely took her in his embrace. "I don't need dessert or ice cream in sweet." Bringing his face closer to her, he said in an intoxicated voice. And he tightened his hold on Hadia's back. "Then what do you want?" Staring into his intoxicated eyes, Hadia felt her heart start thumping wildly. She always gets nervous of his proximity. "I want this in sweet." But before that she knows his intent, Wadan rubbed his finger on her pink lips and finished the remaining gap between her, and captured her lips.

It was down to her waist but I was not sure because she was lying flat on the floor and I was on top of her. Her soft slender hand gripped my forearm, my muscles rippled at her contact. She was more beautiful than the description of Aphrodite and Psyche. She parted her soft luscious lips when my sculpted chest shifted against her soft feminine front. I smirked at her. Fuck! I want to have her. I want to feel the taste of those plum little petals which were her lips.

Chapter 30: Conflicted Desires Isla lay beneath the silk sheets of Dante’s bed, her body tangled with his, her skin still burning from the way he had claimed her hours ago. His grip on her waist was possessive even in sleep, his fingers pressing into her skin as if he feared she’d vanish. She should have left already. She should have gotten up, slipped out of his grasp, and reminded herself why she was here. But she didn’t. Because, for the first time in years, Isla felt something terrifying.

I always took what I wanted, and I wanted this. Her. Even if I despised admitting it. I brushed my lips over her bare skin, inhaling her scent. Blood. Fear. Desire. All of it tangled together, a cocktail mixed just for me. How sweet. How tempting. It drove me to the edge of something dangerous—something I refused to name. Love? No. Judas Romanovski never love. This was control. Power. I didn’t love her. I craved the way her body trembled under me. The way she melted into my touch, even when she should be running in terror.

“But don’t stand here looking at me like that.” That broke me. My purse clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his mouth consumed mine with raw, punishing desire. Heat burned through me, my skirt riding high as his hand slipped against the bare skin of my thigh. My gasp echoed in the tiled walls, but I didn’t care if anyone heard. “Jacqueline…” he groaned, burying his face against my neck, his voice ragged, almost broken. “You undo me.” My fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him closer, my own control shattering with every second.

“You are trembling, Elena. Is it fear or desire?” “Both,” I whispered honestly. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain they could all hear it. Seraphine stepped closer from behind, her breath cool against the nape of my neck. “Good. Fear makes the blood taste sweeter. Desire makes it burn hotter.” Her fingers lightly brushed my shoulders, sliding the thin straps of my silk dress down my arms. The fabric whispered as it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare before them. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable. Instead, a rush of heat flooded my body, making my nipples tighten and my core ache with sudden, desperate need.

she whispered again, but he took no notice, just gave a low laugh as he caught her by the waist, drawing her behind the scented seclusion of the thick, scrambling honeysuckle and into his arms. "Say it once more—with feeling," he whispered. Say it? She could scarcely breathe, her senses were so full of him and the heady perfume of the flowers. He pulled her closer and bent his head to look down into her face, his dark features leaning over her with a look of desire which she had dreamt of. But the reality far outstripped the dream. Dreams were cold, comfortless illusions while reality pulsed with life and promise. But wasn’t desire on its own wrong? Shouldn’t there be something more than tha