Secret Lovers の小説・ストーリー

He could feel her cool thighs against him, her pelvis pushing into his. Mike’s hands squeezed her waist, one hand moving down to caress her ass through her skirt. He squeezed gently, then pulled her forward, grinding his crotch into hers. “Do you think the sidhe ever pictured you with a mortal?” “If they did, they probably forbid it.” Cecilia kissed her way down his neck, but went no further then his shoulders. He kissed her forehead, the hairs on his arm jumping every time he touched her with his lips. She leaned away from him, giving him access to her neck and the top of her breasts. Her hair fluttered up around her head, the static building between them. “Kiss me more,” she whispered, her

We heard being called. "Fuck!" Phil groaned as I slowly climbed off him. "Go win so we can go celebrate." I seductively ran my nails down his chest as I nipped at his neck. Phil hurried with his attire before rushing out the door. He went out and won his match. When he got back to the locker room, we hurried up and went to the hotel for a long night of good, hard, passionate sex.

Her face morphed into a full-blown smile and a breathy chuckle escaped her lips. “Not even our secrets could tear us apart.” Deagan shook his head and raised his glass to her. “To forever and a day.” Her smile turned to a smirk. “You’re unbelievably cheesy, Mr Lockheart.” Deagan scrunched his face mischievously. “Oh but you love me Mrs Lockheart.” Aria mocked him with the raise of a brow. “Don’t mind me, I’m just practicing.” He waved her off. “Practicing, huh? What if I change my mind.” Deagan’s face changed to one of horror and concern.

She wanted the peace of being with him without walls listening, without Charity in the next bed, without all the secrets hanging over them. She wanted love without competition. But somewhere across town, Leon was lying in his own bed, phone against his chest, knowing damn well Charity wasn’t done with him… and knowing Felicity had no idea how deep the mess actually went. Still, Felicity whispered to herself before sleep claimed her: “I just hope I’m not being stupid.”

"I'm so sorry, I already love one man. I can't give my heart to another." The atmosphere at the team dinner, initially tense, warmed up again thanks to Belinda's candid confession. Brandon's heart fluttered again upon hearing that special statement as he quietly enjoyed his meal. Celine still wasn't satisfied with Belinda's answer. With a sarcastic smile, she focused her gaze on Belinda. "Who is the man you like?" "Of course there is. But I wanted to keep it a secret from you guys because he doesn't like to flaunt our relationship openly."

“Daring?Me? I’m the queen of playing it safe, remember?” She smirked, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light. “Everyone’s got a secret, Tracy. Even you.” Her words hung in the air, and I felt my cheeks flush. The wine was making my lips a little looser, and my thoughts a little wilder. I glanced at her, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips curved in that knowing smile. “What about you?” I countered. “What’s your most daring secret?” She leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” My heart pounded in my chest.

The little things were easy. His favorite color was red, he had a younger sister, and his favorite sport was football. She knew all of those things and loved them. Yet, this whole time, she had felt that he was hiding something big from her, and she kept giving him chances to tell her the truth instead of walking away because she liked him so much. Even if it was none of her business, the secrets made her second guess if anything else he said was a lie, if he was keeping multiple things from her or just the one big one.

I said curtly, turning my attention to her, “what do you really want from me?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze flickering to Alex for a moment before locking onto mine. “I want both of you, Liam. I want to be part of your world and every part of it.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, dripping with intent. “He can be your hidden secret. On top of the secret you’re already hiding.” The words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest, but it was the photograph she slid across the table that made my blood run cold. My breath hitched when I stared down at the image. A picture of me mid-shift, caught in a blur of fur and claws.

Secret desires are those things we deny ourselves, perhaps because we think it’s not something we should do because, in some kind of way, we feel it’s wrong. Or possibly bad because it just feels so good. Or could we feel it’s someone we didn't think we should be with because of their background or lifestyle?