Desire And Lust – Chapter 5&6

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 5&6

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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Background song ‘Fallen Angel by’ Chris Grey 

✨At Joyce’s house✨

Joyce settled in on the big couch with a book in her hand, soft music playing in the background. She tried to focus on her book, but her mind kept wandering. She had been trying to forget about her fight with her boyfriend. She wondered how long they were supposed to fight and when their fights would stop. They had never enjoyed a smooth relationship; it was always fight after fight, and of course, she had to blame herself because this was also her doing.

She breathed out and threw the book onto the small table, picking up the red wine glass and taking a sip. She closed her eyes for a moment before rising from her feet and walking to the kitchen. Then, she picked up her phone and dialed her friend’s number.

“Joyce,” Ana’s voice came through the phone.

“I’m surprised you called after ignoring me last night.” Joyce rolled her eyes; her friend can be dramatic sometimes. “I got drunk,” Joyce said as she put her food in the warmer.

“Again?” Ana asked in a disappointed tone.

Joyce sighed and ruffled her messy hair. “I couldn’t help it.” She heard Ana let out a soft breath before speaking. “Why don’t you guys sit down and talk? Clearly, this is exhausting you. Just try to talk, and you might stop feeling like this. Please, Joy, you’re really getting me worried,” Ana suggested.

Joyce remained quiet for a bit. Was Ali ready to try and understand her, or not because he keeps on pushing her to open up to him, which was something she wasn’t ready to do?

“Ali loves you, babes,” Ana said. Joyce shook her head as tears filled her eyes. Who knew that love could hurt this much? She was sure she loved Ali, but at the same time, she wasn’t ready to let go of her past. It wasn’t that easy to let go.

“You love him, right? I know you do, Joy. Just try to let go of some other things,” Ana said again. Joyce nodded, as if Ana was there with her,

Wiping her tears. “I’ll try to talk to him,” Joyce said as the intercom rang.

“Someone’s here. I’ll call you back. I love you,” she said and hung up. She walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area, looking at the screen to see who it was. But she couldn’t see anyone. She shook her head and opened the door.

Her jaw dropped as her face came into view with Ali standing in front of her door, in his black suit, looking effortlessly handsome. Her breath hitched as his gaze fell on her.

The atmosphere around them became thick as they stared into each other’s eyes, undressing each other. Alison stared at her outfit; she was wearing a white crop string top, which was showing her pointy n+ples, black bum shorts that showed her but+, and her creamy, smooth thighs.

He felt himself getting hard just by staring at her, He stared at her long red nails, and imagined what they would do to his back. A low growl left his lips.

“Can I come in?” he asked after clearing his throat. Joyce nodded and walked inside, his eyes falling on her ass as he bit his lower lip, his mind running wild with dirty thoughts filling his head. He scolded himself; he was not here for that, really. Joyce glared at him as she settled down. Alison cleared his throat and sat next to her; he held her hands and sighed in relief when she didn’t pull her hand away.

They stared at each other, regrets, hurt, and confusion filling both of them. No one uttered a word for a long time; their heartbeats were in the same rhythm. Suddenly, their faces were close as they collided together.

Their lips moved together, tongue to tongue, and they both got lost in the kiss. So much was spoken through that kiss. After minutes of kissing, they pulled away, both breathless.

Their foreheads collided, and they could feel each other’s heartbeat, so fast. “I’m sorry, Mon amour,” Ali whispered and kissed her lips again. Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed on top of him.

As they kissed so hard, the kiss was filled with hunger and yearning; they both yearned for each other. It’s been days, but it felt like they hadn’t touched each other in a long time. Joyce shuddered as he moved his hand to her exposed thighs; she felt her body trembling in pleasure as his hands ran all over her roughly but softly.

Suddenly, Alison pulled back, catching his breath. Joyce stared at him with her eyes, begging for him to touch her and make love to her. “I want us to talk,” he said, and she sighed, trying to get off him, but he held her in place.

“Please, Joyce,” he begged. She stared at him, her eyes filled with love and warmth. She loved him more than anything, but was he worth her love? She wondered.

“I’m sorry; okay, I’m tired of fighting all the time, babe,” Alison said as his hands moved to her cheeks.

He caressed them softly, his gaze tender on her. She was his everything, but she never saw that. Who made her like that? Who was the asshole who hurt her? Those thoughts ran through his head as he stared at her, his eyes searching for any answers.

Joyce’s gaze shifted from him. She could see that he had questions, and she hated that. He knew she wasn’t ready; then why did he keep wanting to know? Alison let out a sharp breath.

“You don’t have to tell me, not now. I will wait for you till you are ready to open up.” Joyce’s eyes widened in shock.

Alison chuckled and pecked her lips, his hands rubbing her back softly. “I’m sorry for pushing you into telling me things you were not ready to speak about, but please, I’m begging you to trust me. We can’t keep fighting like this.” Joyce nodded; she was also tired of their arguments.

“I’m sorry, Ali. I will stop being insecure from now on, and thank you for understanding me. I promise I will tell you everything when I’m ready,” Joyce said, her voice filled with emotion.

Alison moved his hand under her crop string top and took it off. His face came into view with her small round breasts; her pink nipples were er£ct.

He smirked and leaned over to rest his head there; he could feel her heartbeat. Joyce wrapped her arms around his head, and they stayed like that for a while, feeling each other. Joyce massaged his head gently as he spoke in a whisper, sending shivers all over her body.

“I’m hungry,” his voice came out gruff. Her cheeks flushed. Alison lifted his head and looked at her, his grey eyes darkened with desire and want. Joyce felt her body heat up; shivers spread all over her. She was aroused just by looking at him in her shorts. She wanted him to devour her with everything he had.

“I missed you.”he whispered and kissed her neck. Joyce m+aned softly, melting in his arms…

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✨At Ana’s Apartment ✨

Ana giggled as her little brother, Alvin, told her a story that had happened at his school. “So what did she say to him?” she asked curiously. Alvin popped a strawberry into his mouth and chewed it. “She said no. I felt sorry for him after he insulted me and said that she loves him only to turn him down. He was so embarrassed; everyone laughed at him.” Ana raised an eyebrow, her hands resting on her chin as she asked, “So did she agree to be your girlfriend?”

Alvin looked down shyly. Ana chuckled; her little brother was really in love the way he was blushing. “She kissed me, Ana. You know, I felt butterflies spread all over my body. I’ve been crushing on Liana for ages, and damn it, she finally kissed me in front of everyone. Woohoo!” Alvin exclaimed, happiness all over his face. Ana smiled. “You know Mama is going to freak out when she finds out that you’re dating.” Alvin rolled his eyes and slammed onto the couch, closing his eyes with a fake frown that made Ana laugh. He was childish, and she loved it.

“You’re also dating,” Alvin said. Ana gave him a dead stare. He wiggled his shoulder. “I’m old, not like you,” she said and took the bowl that was now empty. She walked to the kitchen with Alvin behind her, sulking. “Please don’t tell her. I’m not even dating Liana yet,” he said, and Ana rolled her eyes. “I’m 18, and that’s old, right?” Alvin added and climbed onto the kitchen counter.

“Just don’t have s+x with her,” Ana said straightly. Alvin’s eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. “

Ahh, Ana!” was all he managed to say. He climbed off the counter and ran away, screaming, “You’re a bad sister, Annabella Evans!” Ana laughed at his taunt, but as soon as he was out, her smile turned into a sad smile. Her brother just reminded her of her father; they really looked alike, which made her miss her father.

He was a bad man who never cared for her or her brother. She hated him when he was alive; he left her mother and forgot that he also had kids. Every time she called him, he would say mean things to her. Her mother had to suffer to provide for her and her brother while he was busy with his own life. But when her father passed away, she regretted some of the words she had said to him. It was better when he was alive, at least she knew that he was out there, even though he didn’t care for them. Perhaps if he were here, he would have changed his ways and become a better person.