Novel & Cerita The Time He Desires

"Hope never resides with demons. I always get what I want, Patrea. I know it will take time, but I will get it." "It will take time, or decades, or centuries…" He laughed, and it made my heart skip a beat. I thought he would be mad at my refusal. "What’s another century? I can have my fill with those females around me while waiting for you." "Why do you wait? It has been six months, and as you said, there are other females." "Have you craved someone? I haven’t. Except for you." I liked it when he said things without a filter. He would just say what he felt or wanted to say.

I hope. “I’m not desperate,” I hear Time say, drawing my attention back to the current situation. “I’m curious, and bored. If I give you power, you will come back immediately and report what you saw. Nothing about that will be difficult at all.” “And what is it I will do?” He question. Silence follows, for what feels like forever. Time hesitates, his mouth opening slightly but nothing comes out. This must be the first time he admitting his plan. Maybe the good part of him is suggesting he doesn’t do it, but regardless, he speaks.

"Don't act as I'm pulling teeth out of your mouth. Don't you desire me? I certainly desire you...." From where did this all came from? He face me "oh...I desire you. I desire you when I wake up in the morning, when I feel you near, smell you, touch you. I desire you wildly when I see you without much clothing on. when you smile. Resisting​ you is the most difficult thing I ever had to endure. To me you are perfect and all I want to is kiss your body from head to toe and give you the pleasure you never thought possible to feel." His has his eyes red and his breathing's fast.

“ Take all the time you want. I'm not starving or craving for a dinner with a band of old codgers and new generation imbeciles.” “ Ouch! That's strong.” Looking smug, he runs a finger over my lips. Following the trail with his eyes. “ You want more time. I can make it happen.” “ What if I want more time with you?” My eyes settled on his lips. The space between us feels like high bars separating two hearts. “ What are you waiting for?” He parted my lips, sliding in his forefinger. My lips closed around it. I run my tongue around it, teasing the burning desire in his eyes. Calling quietly, and fanning the embers.

He exhaled slowly, eyes closing as the truth settled over him like a whisper he shouldn’t hear: He wanted three o’clock to come faster. And worse—far worse— He wanted her to walk in wanting him just as much.

He asked as he just gave me one of those stares that made me melt. But the gaze wasn't as genuine, he seemed to have a bit of a grudge against the wishing star. how could a wishing star grant our desires. “What I do love is my time!” I pointed out. “Right miss Desiree!” “Let's go make your time worth it!” he flashed me a smile. It better do,!!!!

“What’s the hurry? We have all the time in the world.” “I think I’ll explode,” I whine as he ducks my bottom, adding to the ever growing pleasure building in my core and traveling down my spine. “I need you, Alec.” “You deserve to be tortured,” he claims as he starts to kiss his way down my body. “You deserve to know what it’s like to want someone and not get to have them. You know why? That’s been me for seven years. Wanting you. Having only your picture to get off on.”

He had certain duties. Ex Favilla Nos Resurgemus He had responsibilities he can't refuse or say no to. And he needed to wait – for Sapphire. For a man of principles like him, he needed to wait for the right timing. Because in the remaining years of his lifetime, he wanted to make things right. He wanted things to go in the right way, in his own way – with Sapphire. He wanted her. He desired her. But he knows he can't. Not in the wrong time.

For a long, long time. He looked like the man I used to dream about. The one I hated. The one I loved. All rolled into one infuriatingly charming, complicated mess. “I need time,” were the words that tumbled out of my mouth several minutes later. He nodded. “I can get you that.” “But I can’t guarantee it.” “I’m not asking for promises. Just… space in your world. Even if it’s just a little bit.” I sighed and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

Just because he wants to. I let him. And I feel something settle into place. Desire isn’t louder now. It’s truer. It doesn’t spike and crash. It doesn’t demand constant affirmation. It doesn’t fade when things feel calm. It thrives there. Later, curled up together, I voice a thought that’s been forming. “I think this is the first time I’ve felt desired without feeling consumed.” He considers that. “And I think this is the first time I’ve wanted someone without needing them to fill something,” he replies.