Torn Between Love And Desire Novels & Stories

“Interesting.” She whispers as the two hold each other and are drawn unto their selfish and carnal desire that started the fracture and destruction of the world from its very first loop. The scene changes as that explain the middle, and she is now seeing the two claiming with their heat and desire to each other making their love visible unto the bright full moon from above. “Now, just when does love becomes a curse?” Asking once more, but even deeper than before, she still stands in the corner as the scene once more shifts, where a scream and curse follow.

Aiden blew a kiss. I caught it, and placed it on my chest which made them laugh. I felt fulfilled just watching them smile. The smile erased from my face when I thought about Alex again. What the fuck should I do about that man? Do I love him? I didn't think so. What I had towards Alex was just attraction. I was attracted to him, not in love with him. I couldn't just walk away from him, not when I was carrying his baby. I needed someone to talk to about this issue, but there was no one. I had no idea what to do, I just wanted to pretend everything didn't happen. Ughhhh!

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

I thought, shame clashing with a yearning I couldn’t explain. The intimacy of their words, the rawness of their connection—it was something I’d never felt. A part of me, hidden and quiet for so long, ached for what they had in that moment. Passion. Desire. The feeling of being completely consumed by someone. I bit my lip, forcing myself to move, to leave before I embarrassed myself further. The sounds of their breathing, ragged and uneven, followed me as I stumbled out of the bathroom, my cheeks burning, my head spinning.

How could I turn away from him now, when every fiber of my being longed to surrender to his touch? As I stared into his eyes, the turmoil raging within me threatened to consume me whole, the battle between desire and despair waging war within my soul. But even as I struggled to find the strength to push him away, a small part of me yearned to surrender, to lose myself in the embrace of the man who had once held my heart in his hands.

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

We just held on, two broken pieces refusing to let go. But beneath all of it—beneath the pain and the desperation—there was something else clawing at me, something I couldn’t ignore. The desire that burned like a living, raging thing in my veins. It was savage, insistent, and it scared me how much I wanted him. I hadn’t had him in so long that the hunger twisted me up inside, making it harder and harder to breathe. I tightened my fists, forcing myself to hold back, to bury the fire even as it tried to devour me whole. It was messing with my head so badly I thought I might lose my grip.

My mind is doing that thing again, playing that game of simultaneously cursing him and craving his presence all at once. And it is so infuriating. I hate that he holds this power over me. This magnetic pull that tugs at me even when I want to run in the opposite direction whenever he is near me. This mate bond between us is a cruel joke. I don’t want to feel it. I don’t want to 'want' him. But I do. And it terrifies me. How is it possible to desire someone and hate the fact that you desire them all at the same time?

I felt a surge of desire, but I tried to push him away, my mind screaming at me to resist. Steve's hands roamed over my body, his touch rough and insistent. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my body arching into his touch as he deepened the kiss. As we kissed, I couldn't help but think about how much I craved him, despite just meeting him. I wanted to feel his arms around me, his lips on mine, his body pressed against mine. But at the same time, I was scared of getting hurt with the way this was going. I was scared of giving in to my desires and losing myself in the process.

“I think you already know. And that’s the part that hurts the most.” I blinked hard, trying to keep tears from falling. My phone buzzed on the table between us. A text from Derek: Landed. Talk later. Love you. Three words that felt like a lie. I looked at Allison. “What if I walk away and I’m wrong?” She gave me a sad smile. “And what if you stay, and you lose yourself completely?” The ache between my thighs was gone now, replaced with a hollowness deeper than desire. Because it was never really about the sex.