Romans & histoires The Time He Desires

I inquired. His eyes narrowed but a small smile graced his lips. "I see that they are curious," he pointed out before his face turned serious. "No," he replied and nodded. I couldn't call whatever we had as a relationship. It wasn't anything close to it. What we had was just plain pleasure and nothing more. "Alright then, the next question is... What is your ideal type?" I asked. He seemed to think for a while before he responded. "My ideal time is someone who can't cook, tall, smart, devoted to her work and has a beauty mark under the corner of her eyes," he replied.

Not from lack of strength but from carrying too much for too long. “So, you are here now, just waiting for a pizza to arrive. Whole fifteen minutes to think about what you want.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Fifteen minutes isn’t nearly enough.” “Well,” I said gently, “it’s a start.” “Yes… but right now all I can think about is how much I want you.” He said so fast it almost seemed like a slip of a tongue. “I want to get to know you. Better.”

"What is it that you desire?" "You..." I breathed out, barely able to speak. "It's you." His body froze at my response. He fell silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, “Then paint me. I'm waiting to see what image of me you have in mind." "I have many...too many to even finish painting in one lifetime," my words trembled, ending in a quiet gasp as he curled his fingers inside me. "But I'll paint one that I always want to remember."

I miss him so much, and all I hope is that he’ll start feeling the same pull toward me. I take my time choosing the perfect outfit. I want to look flawless. Beautiful. Desirable. I tell myself it’s just a matter of time before he realizes he can’t live without me. I’ll be patient. Gentle. But I won’t let him slip through my fingers. He’ll come to me, I know it.

His eyes closed for a brief second, like he was in pain. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said. “I do,” I replied. “I feel it too.” His breathing was uneven now. Mine matched his. “This isn’t about remembering,” he said. “This is desire. Pure. Dangerous desire.” “Maybe that’s the point,” I said. His hand finally touched me. Just my wrist. His grip was firm but controlled. “I hate that I want this,” he said. “I hate that I waited for you to want me again,” I admitted.

His hands find the ends of my shirt, and I help him by reaching down and lifting it up myself, but he slows me and says, "We have all the time in the world. I don't want to rush." My hands let go of the fabric and wrap around my torso, partially relieved and partially disappointed. David grips my waist, squeezing, and says, "Please. Let me take my time with you." I try to clear my head and move past the roadblock of my encumbering want. I shut my eyes and tilt my chin to the ceiling, stretching my neck and mentally ridding my desires with not much luck. When my eyes find him again, the corners of my lips droop, nearly frowning. How much time does he need? I'm sure I am ready to give all of m

Then he frees himself—hard, ready—and the sight alone makes my breath hitch. “You want this?” he asks, his voice rough as he presses himself against my sensitive center. I gasp softly, my body reacting instantly, my core tightening in anticipation. “Yes,” I mumble, barely able to form the word. A shiver runs through me as I feel just how much he wants me—how intense, how overwhelming it already is. “I’ve been thinking about the perfect time to fuck you,” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower, more dangerous. “To take my time with you… my love.”

Not everyday they will see him in a good mood like today. Only Sadie and his family are entitled to see this side of him. No one else. He's been so engrossed in thinking about his Sadie. He just can't wait for this three coming weeks, he can't wait to make her officially his. Her innocent and calm face appeared. That moment, he long for her presence. Gosh! He really can't wait for 6pm to go pick her up. Nathan glanced through the hall to see that he was still in a meeting.

I remind him sharply, unable to reign back the bitterness. He exhales slowly. He knows he can’t disagree without telling me exactly who he is and what his intentions are. "Time. That's all you need." "I don't have time. People want me dead, remember?" I snap, dropping my head into my hands. I hear Ark stoop down in front of me before he grabs my hands, squeezing them gently. Raising my head, our gazes collide, something hurting beneath my ribs. “I know. Marry someone else then.”

His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of longing and determination. “Then what do you want?” I blustered, my voice wavering slightly. His silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. At that moment, I realized that his desires were as complex and conflicting as my own. “You,..” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck, sniffing me like a hungry predator ready for his prey, and kissing my neck, gliding his tongue gradually over my skin. My heart raced as his touch sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his desire mirrored my own, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.