Novel & Cerita Romance And Desire

I immediately realized that what I liked the most in every touch of Hazz about me were the sounds that filled our surroundings. Not music, not some song from nature, but our sounds. The sound of his lips closing in my body, the sound of the friction of his tongue as he passes through that sensitive and excited part of my body, the sound of my moans in response to his actions. The sound of our breaths, which even distant still showed the intensity and pure desire. Lust in sound form.

He nailed her g-spot with precision, making Isabelle gyrate her hips wantonly. "You're gonna make me cum." Christian panted. Isabelle buried her hot, flushed face in Christian's sweaty neck. Her knees felt weak, and her pussy felt sore, but something had begun to build up. "Gosh, I love this." Isabelle shivered, holding tightly onto Christian. She could feel the fire crackling between them. Christian could feel both of them floating in their scorching desires. The sound of their skin slapping against skin, their loud, harsh breaths, and the shivers spiraling up their backs clouded the room.

This time, our gazes met again. At this moment, I felt a surge of anxiety, but I didn't let it show. I tried to smile in front of him while looking at him. "I know you won't believe this, but I badly need you, Lola..." he said straightforwardly. "N-needed me? A-are you just joking?" I laughed softly, trying to brush it off because this time, after he said that, my heart was racing with both nervousness and unexplainable joy. Especially since I felt a kind of electric current flowing through my entire body as we continued to gaze at each other. His face still remained serious.

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

He's just mine! I felt his kiss go down to my chest and he sucked my tits and he inserted his two fingers inside me. I loudly moan because of the pleasure I gripped his shoulder so I will not fall on the floor. “You’re so beautiful baby,” he said. He looked at me with lust and bite his lower lip. “I want you inside me” i said “Hard or Gentle?” He asked “I don’t fucking care if it’s hard or gentle I only want you inside me please.”

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 .

'He was a bad boy with a rusted mind that was filled with raw passion and desires. And that— scared her.' *** Ethan grabbed her arms quite roughly that it was covered in little angry red print. He knew she didn’t love him back, but he could not resist. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching each other while he pulled her by the waist kissing her roughly. Dear god, he could not fight against the thoughts that were going through him. Her very smell was flooding his senses now. All Ethan thought was about her and only her.

It tasted cold and crisp. “Yes,” I said. “Romance novels.” His eyebrows lifted just a little. “The kind with older men and innocent young women? The kind where the tension builds until it snaps?” My cheeks went hot. He had read the blurbs or Marcus had told him, either way he knew. “Something like that,” I said. He leaned back in his chair. His eyes stayed on mine. “Tell me how you do it. How do you write desire that feels real? Do you research every scene or do you imagine it?”

“And I like you to get used to the idea that I don’t relinquish it easily.” Her stomach flipped, heat rushing to her cheeks. The memory of last night’s wine, the close brush of his body, the teasing tension that had built until neither of them could ignore it, everything came back in a rush. “I…” She stopped, unsure how to articulate the mess of desire, awkwardness, and fascination that tangled inside her. Adrian leaned back, eyes dark and unreadable. “It’s fine if you’re a little disoriented. I am, too.” Her head snapped up. “You are?”

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”