Romans & histoires Why Don't You Take What You Want From Me

“What if I don’t want to let things go?” She turns, pressing her back against the door and looking up at me. “Why wouldn’t you? What am I giving you that the Jessicas of the world can’t? You don’t want a relationship with me, so if all you want is sex, why not get it from someone who won’t care when you lie to her?”

"But I need something from you first." Here it is. The catch. The price. "What?" "I need you to choose me. Not because you're grateful, not because you feel like you owe me, but because you want to. Because you love me enough to let me love you back." I stare at him, at this man who could have demanded anything, who could have used my desperation to get exactly what he wanted. Instead, he's asking for the one thing I'm not sure I know how to give. "I don't know how to let people take care of me."

“How many times do I have to say it for you to understand that I will never let you go, in this life or the next. ” “What is your problem? I didn’t refuse your mark. I only asked that we give ourselves more time before we do it again. There is a lot to…” “There is nothing to think about, don’t you get that? You’re fucking mine. Why should I wait to reclaim what already belongs to me?”

He looked back at me and in a serious, studious voice, asked, “what’s wrong with depending on me? I can give you everything.” “I don’t want you to.” “Why not?” “Because you’d own me.” “So?” “So?” I gaped at him. My throat, chest, and stomach tightened. “So…? So… You don’t own me!” “Why can’t I?” I stared at him. He seemed serious. How could he ask me that? “I’m being serious, Cass. Why can’t I own you? I want you. You said you were mine.” “I didn’t mean it like that.”

"Because I no longer want this. Whatever we have going on, I don't want that, and it is the truth, so you have to let me go. You have to do that. Since you wouldn't believe what I am saying, the least I am asking is for you to let me go, let me be with someone else who will." I shook my head. There was no way that was ever going to happen, no way I would let someone else touch her, fuck her, drive her to orgasm; never was I going to let someone else watch the look on her face when she was about to be undone and cup her face while sliding his cock in and out of her, and she was moaning his name instead of mine. I would never let that happen. "You have the ring, and that is what you wanted. Do

“I really don’t need this shit right now.” Then he stopped walking again so he could caress my cheek with his hand. “That is why I will come with you.” He leaned and I closed my eyes, craving another kiss, but his warm lips only touched my forehead. He moved just a little bit so we could gaze into each other’s eyes. “I said I will be responsible for your happiness now and they can surely get in my way.” Teased by not getting another kiss, that I knew I shouldn’t have, I said “Why do you burden yourself with this task when I am not yours?”

“Take it with you.” She looked at him, blameworthy some time recently indeed committing the wrongdoing. “I can’t do that.” “Why not? It’s mine.” “But you given it. Taking it presently would be like stealing.” “Do you need me to inquire consent? I’m beyond any doubt they’d let me pay them for it.” “No, that’s all right.” She might purchase her claim duplicate if she felt like perusing it once more. She slid it back onto the rack and tasted her wine.

It makes me feel… Wanted. “You’re dangerous,” I whisper. “I can be if you don't do as I say .” “ I don't take well to orders “ A pause. “You will” he says. My breath falters. He leans close his hands traces the side of my face. “What do you want from me?” I ask again, softer. His gaze holds mine

Then let's give this relationship a chance. 'Promise me that you will not hurt me, George; I want to be with you too because I can't stand staying away from you. Each time am near you, I feel so fulfilled, and when you are not with me, I feel like something is missing, and it's not a good feeling at all. Sometimes I just want to be with me all the time."

I can’t wrap my head around that not being reality. “You’re still waiting for me to hurt you aren’t you? I can get the echo of what you’re thinking, and you are waiting for me to pounce on you. Is there something more than what I’m already doing that would make you more comfortable with the idea that that is not going to happen?”