Forbidden Desires

Chapter 1. "Laying In Bed"

Karlie's POV
"Without passion, man is a mere latent force in possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." — Henri Frédéric Amiel

She was merely lost in thoughts, thinking of what she wanted in her life versus what she got. She was merely thinking of new ways to explore her desires—thinking of what it means to be wanted. While desire is good, to be needed is even better. For one to need you like a breath of fresh air... to be held, not merely touched... for the mere scent of your essence to drive one completely insane. A desire so hot it burns deep inside her soul.

What does it mean to be truly desired? Do you know?

Laying in bed at night, all she thinks of is desire—a fire that burns inside her, keeps her tossing and turning.

What does it mean to be loved unconditionally? Let me tell you.
It means one touch of my lover's hand sends electricity all through this body of mine.
Does he know I feel him when he's not here?
I yearn for this touch, his lips on my body.
Thoughts of him keep me awake, thinking of his heartbeat—it's like a sweet medley.

Nothing else is as desired as that which is forbidden.
This love.
This desire to be yours.
It's forbidden.
We both belong to another.
Do you see me when you're with her?
Do you smell my essence?
Do you taste my lips when you kiss her?
Or are you awake now, thinking of what we could be?

Could we both pretend that in another world, I'd be your only desire?

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Aiden's POV
"Man is so made that whenever anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish." — Jean de La Fontaine

He holds her by her neck, kisses her with immersed passion.
"Run away with me. All I want, my darling, is to be touched, kissed, and held by you."
You are like a drug.
My desire for you burns deeper than any words can explain.
Whatever your wish, it's my command.

I have no fear risking it all to be held in your arms, even if it's just for a moment.
I know what I need.
It's you.
I wanna taste your lips.
I wanna bask in the essence of your sweet caress.
I wanna taste your forbidden fruit.
I wanna feel you shake while I continue to lick all your juices up.
I wanna dig deep inside you so you can moan and scream my name.
I wanna leave my mark—imprint deep inside you.
I want your juices to flow all over me.
I want you to come till you can't come anymore.
I want this moment to last forever, as we stare into each other's eyes.

While you ride my rock-hard cock, all I can think about is how I want to let all my cum deep inside you.
I have to have you.
It's evident—this is where we both belong.

I want to take the time to learn your body even more—every inch of your body, from your neck to your lips to your nipples that are always rock hard when I touch them with my fingers.
It's all I want and more.

He holds her by her neck and bends her over, kissing her slowly while he slides his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
"It's mine. Tell me it's mine, baby," he moaned loud, as he continued sliding in and out of her.

He increases his tempo.
She's moaning his name.
He couldn't control himself any longer.
He grabs her hair so she can't escape him as he sinks deeper inside her—and explodes.

They both lay holding each other.
He kissed her lips gently.

"I love you."

She smiled.
"I love you too, baby."

She wanted him.
He wanted her.
A forbidden love.

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What does it mean to be truly desired?

It means feeling one's essence without ever being touched... to be kissed but never actually being kissed... to burn... to feel passion...
Where the mere mention of my lover's name makes me feel it all over again.

All she keeps doing is going back to flashbacks of him—of them sweating, making love.
I like when he's rough but gentle.
He treats me like his princess, but trust and believe, I'm getting slutted out.

He wants me to submit to him, but little does he know... it's him who needs to submit to me—
To my essence.
My beauty.
So I can control his mind, his body, have him eating out of the palm of my hands.

What's in it for him, you ask?
I smile.
Only the most passion he will ever feel.
One that makes him think: should I risk it all?

She's all I want.
All I can think about.
Her spell is all over me.

She has single-handedly stolen my heart, my body, indeed.
He has taken my soul—and I love every minute of it.

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Desire.
It keeps me awake at night.
The minute I saw her naked, all I thought of was what it feels like to enter her.
And when I did... it felt like heaven.

How will I live without you, my angel?
No one else can have you—but what will happen?

We come from a society where her spouse is chosen for her.
She will be married soon to Anthony Fairview.
And all she will have left... is the desire of what we had.

But wait... what if we run away together?
Would she be willing?

I'm sure she wants me as much as I want her.
I have to do something.
I need to do something.
I can't lose her—not now, not ever.

My love, I will keep fighting for you. For us.
I will find a way.

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She lays awake in bed.
Is this the end of their love story?
All that passion—he's just going to give it up?
Just like that?
Without a fight?

No.
No, it can't be.

He loves me.
He will find a way.

Maybe we can meet one last time.
Make passionate love one last time.
I have to kiss him... to feel him inside me.
If I don't, I might go mad.
I have to see him.
I don't care how—I must find a way.

She drifted off to sleep with Aiden on her mind.