The Book Of Longings: A Novel 소설 & 이야기

My breathing grew shallow as the fantasy took hold, unbidden and unwelcome but impossible to stop. In my mind, he wasn't my hostile boss. His green eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak, and those elegant long fingered hands of his were between my legs, smearing my wetness on my folds. The kitchen suddenly felt too warm and I couldn't hold it any longer. I needed to do something to satisfy my urge. My free hand drifted down my apron, my fingers finding the hem. I knew that this was beyond appropriate, standing in his kitchen, thinking these thoughts. But the house was empty except for me and the ache between my thighs had become impossible to ignore

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

Gillian couldn't breathe. James was reading a torrid part of a novel in public, and she was mortifiedand she didn't want him to stop. It had nothing to do with the story and everything to do with his hypnotic voice. Her heart was racing, and she could only stare at James's lips in utter fascination. So this was what it felt like to long for a manand it was indeed a longinga wicked one. "Shall I continue?" he asked again, moving closer. Gillian glanced around the little bookshop. They had wandered into a dim corner as they talked where no one could see them. Her heart gave another wild set of beats as she licked her lips nervously.

she said with a troubled tone. A feeling of unease began to take hold of me as I sat across from Farrah, who had her hand extended toward me in an attempt to console me. I had resigned from my position not too long ago, and while I wasn't upset by the fact that I was now unemployed, I was concerned about the factors that were contributing to my pleasure. Had I lost my interest in the field, or was I just relieved to be free from a job that was making me feel like I was suffocating?

Her eyes are hooded and bouncing all over my face from my lips to my eyes and I sense her moving closer. “Touch me, Theo, please,” she whines. “I’ve wanted this, you, for so long. I’m begging you.” She holds my gaze as my finger traces her slit and the air leaves her lungs in a gush as she lets her head fall back. “Inside me.” She breathes out. “Push...them...inside.” I don’t know what’s pounding faster, my heart or my erection as I slide my fingers down her slit but I don’t push them inside. Instead, I slide my hand out of the water and her eyes fly open. “No.”

The rugs were polished and clean. "Make yourself at home," he smiled at her before going upstairs She gazed at his departing figure before settling on one of the golden chairs that decorated the room. Soon, her eyes drifted around, and noticed the books that lay on the adjacent dining table. Without knowing why, she stood up and walked towards it. As a child growing up, she had always loved reading books, a whole bunch of them, from fantasies, short stories, nonfiction, to others. The sight of books now reminded her of the neglect she had done to her reading life. In a familiar sense of longing, she picked the book up and recognized it as a best-selling novel, a book about betrayal, pain, an

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Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.