lust
• noun: lust
1. very strong sexual desire.
"he knew that his lust for her had returned"
•verb: lust
a passionate desire for something.
She want haunted and hunted. Lost forever in a spiral of grief and sorrow.
(Previously known as the story Re...
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Warm sunlight beamed through the opened window in the room, letting the dewy morning air slither into my awakening lungs. My eyes fluttered open, gazing upon the way the curtains danced in the breeze. The bed caressed my body's every curve, it's warmth so inviting as it tempted me to never leave. The sound of feet padding it's way to my door made me sit up and take in all of my surroundings. I was at home. My home.
The door opened silently as a male figure made it's way into the room. Admiration washed over me as I watched him give me a shy grin. In his hands he held a tray containing a glass of orange juce and what appeared to be grits. He made his way over to me, his blue ocean eyes never leaving mine.
I watched him intently as he placed the tray next to me on the bed, and I took in all of his features, scared that I would never see them again. His bare chest was was breath taking. I watched the way his chest rise and fell with every intake of air he took. I had to stop myself from reaching over and taking him all in. How badly I just wanted to feel his smooth milky skin under my fingertips.
His hair covered his forhead in a messy style like he just woke up. My heart fluttered as it filled with love. He just stared at me, and I never broke eye contact. I didn't want to. I was already lost in him. His pearly whites were revlealed as he reached over and stroke my hair and he planted a simple kiss on my cheek. He could touch me a million times and it would still feel like the frist time.
"I made you breakfast."
His velvet voice made butterflies erupt in my stomach. This man could make me feel like I never felt before. He intensified every nerve in my body. I watched him grab the tray and place it over his lap. He dipped his finger in the grits and gave me a seductive look. He reached over and placed his finger in my lips. Without thinking I licked his finger clean without ever looking away from him.
