"Craving and Control: The Intensity of Desire"
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Not so innocent content ahead. Maybe in this chapter or the next. ๐๐ซ
He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. He towered over her, his eyes dark with need and desire. His breath was slightly ragged, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted her, needed her, more than he had ever wanted anything. The primal, animalistic desire gripping him made it difficult to think, to focus on anything other than her.
He reached out, his hand cupping her chin and tilting her face up to his. His grip was firm and possessive, the heat of her skin palpable against his palm.
He looked down at her, searching her eyes for any sign of recognition, any indication that she understood the storm of feelings he was experiencing. But her gaze remained innocent and oblivious, completely unaware of the profound effect she was having on him.
Her wide-eyed, unsuspecting gaze only fueled his possessive instincts further. He wanted to protect her, to keep her innocent and pure, yet at the same time, he desired to possess her completely, to make her his in every possible way.
He let his grip on her chin loosen, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. He was so close to her now, his body nearly pressed against hers, his eyes burning with intensity.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent, a mix of her natural essence and the familiar smell of his shirt. The combination was almost overwhelming, his control slipping as his primal instincts began to take over.
His breathing was ragged, his whole body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap. He knew he was on the brink of losing control, of surrendering to his primal desires. Yet he fought to hold on, to maintain a thread of control for just a moment longer.
He moved his other hand, his fingers trailing lightly down her collarbone, tracing the line of her clavicle. The touch was intended to be gentle, but his control was slipping. He found himself gripping her shoulder, his fingers digging into her skin.
He knew he was being rough, but he couldnโt help it. The primal, possessive side of him was dominating, making it difficult to temper his strength. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his, to ensure that everyone knew she belonged to him and no one else.
But he also knew that if he continued like this, he might hurt her, and the thought made him pause, his grip on her shoulder loosening slightly. He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm the storm raging within him.
He forced himself to look into her eyes again, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and frustrated restraint. He wanted her, needed her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Yet he knew he had to control himself, to temper his primal instincts and think with his head instead of his heart.
Professor Riddleโs heart skipped a beat as he noticed the subtle raising of her eyebrow. Was that a sign of understanding? A hint of recognition of the effect she was having on him?
He felt a wave of frustration and desire wash over him, his instincts screaming at him to grab her and make her understand the depth of his need.
But he fought the urge, taking a slow, deep breath, his jaw tight with the effort. He needed to be careful, to tread lightly, and not to scare her away with the intensity of his desire.
Adhi
"You know, I can see you're struggling to keep it together, right, hubby?" she said with a playful smile.
Professor Riddle felt a jolt go through him at the sound of "hubby." The word, though innocent, hit him like a punch to the gut coming from you, especially in the context of him barely restraining himself.
He clenched his jaw, his internal struggle intensifying. He hadn't anticipated that single word would magnify his need for you, his desire to claim you fully. Though he wanted to deny his struggle and assert his control, he found himself nodding, unable to deceive you. He was barely holding on, the thread of his self-restraint fraying quickly.
The admission made him feel both vulnerable and relieved. He felt exposed, as if he had laid his innermost desires and instincts bare before you. At the same time, there was a sense of liberation in no longer trying to conceal his primal need and possessiveness.
Adhi
โSo, what are you going to do about it, hubby?โ she asked with a cheeky smile and a casual tone.
Professor Riddleโs body trembled at the casual use of โhubbyโ again. The sound of it, combined with the sight of her in his shirt, almost drove him over the edge.
He clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with a mix of need and frustration. He wanted to respond, but the words were stuck in his throat, his desire for her making it difficult to think, let alone speak.
Instead, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his body pressing against hers. His heart raced in his chest, and he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire and possessiveness. The need to claim her, to make her completely his, was overwhelming. Yet he held back, the remnants of his control stopping him from fully giving in to his animalistic instincts.
It was torture, being this close to her, feeling her skin against his, smelling her scent on his clothes, and yet holding back. It was like having a feast laid out before him and being told he could only look, not touch.
He wanted to reach out, to pull her against him, to bury his face in her hair, and claim her right then and there. But he knew he couldnโt, not with her looking up at him with that innocent, wide-eyed gaze.
The internal struggle was taking its toll on him, his body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap. The primal side of him roared with need, urging him to take what was his, while the rational part, still clinging to control, reminded him to proceed slowly and not scare her away.
Professor Riddleโs breath hitched as he noticed the change in her eyes. The innocent doe gaze was replaced by a more sultry, alluring look, sending a bolt of heat straight to his core.
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