Forbidden Desire

“No one had ever said anything like that to me,” I thought, still trying to process her words. I’d been so despised by Jinhee for the last two years that I’d forgotten how good it felt to be admired. I was enchanted, running my fingers over her face, feeling the softness of her skin as she closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy my touch. When she opened her eyes again, I couldn’t resist kissing her, and she returned my kiss with equal fervor. It was another night when I felt alone, and I didn’t want to feel that way anymore.

“Can I sleep here? I don’t want to be alone,” I asked, hoping for some comfort in her presence.

She smiled and nodded. I turned off the light in the room, leaving only one lamp on, and lay down next to her, pulling her to me. The bed was a single, and we were so close together that there was plenty of room. She was lying on my chest, her hands resting there gently. I tried to control my thoughts until I couldn’t anymore. I pressed our lips together, tasting her sweet flavor once again. Our kiss quickly deepened, and I seemed to want to taste more and more of her. Her warm tongue played with mine, and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. I moved my hands down from her face to her breasts and filled my hand with them, feeling the nipples grow with the contact. By now I was hard, and I wanted to make love to her on every surface in the room. Ever since I saw her for the first time, alluring in that maid’s outfit, I had wanted her. But after seeing her drawings, I realized that she was too involved, and I would be a bastard if I took advantage of this feeling that seemed so pure. So I pulled away from our kiss, leaving a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Shall we go to sleep?” I suggested, trying to regain some composure.

I could tell she was as excited as I was, but she simply agreed, and I hugged her. After a while, I managed to control my desires, and we lay there in silence. I took her hands in mine, stroking her fingers lightly, and we fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, we were sleeping together, and when I felt her body next to mine, desire surged within me. But I resisted, knowing it would be reckless. I left quickly, before I did anything foolish, or her aunt caught us. I went to my room and lay down on the bed, trying to push away thoughts of her allure. When I emerged from the shower, I saw that Jinhee had already arrived and was taking off her party heels.

“Hi, are you leaving already?” she asked, sounding casual.

I ignored her, still unsure of what to say. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Is it because I went to my friend’s birthday? Can’t I have a night to myself?” she continued, her tone slightly mocking.

I was about to retreat into the closet, but her words struck a nerve, prompting me to turn and face her with cold detachment.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Don’t worry, as this conversation goes, you’ll have every night free from now on,” I replied sharply, my resolve hardening.

A smile played on her lips, revealing her true desires, and though I understood them, it pained me deeply. My eyes welled up with tears as I pointed to the bedside table where the medicine and paper were placed, and her complexion paled.

“Where did you find that?” she asked, her voice betraying a hint of panic.

“You know where you kept it. Don’t play the cynic,” I retorted, my tone unwavering.

Now it was her turn for her eyes to fill with tears, and despite knowing she was in the wrong, it hurt me to be so cold to her.

“Jason, let’s talk, please,” she pleaded, her desperation palpable.

“You never wanted to have children with me, did you?” I interjected, my voice trembling with hurt.

“Jason…” she began, her words faltering.

“Who’s ‘S’, Jinhee?” I demanded, cutting her off, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

“No one,” she replied weakly, avoiding my gaze.

“Don’t lie to me,” I insisted, my patience wearing thin.

“Jason…” she trailed off, her tears flowing freely now.

“Is that all you can say?” I snapped, my heart heavy with disappointment.

She was crying now, and I couldn’t bear it any longer.

“You know what? It’s all too clear! The only way out is divorce,” I declared, my voice trembling with emotion as I turned to leave the room, with her following close behind.

“No, Jason! For God’s sake, you can’t do this to me. Please don’t divorce me like that. You know my parents will disinherit me, I’ll be left with nothing!” she pleaded desperately, her tears a stark reminder of the pain I was causing.

Her words tore at my heart, and I found myself crying alongside her, the weight of our crumbling marriage crushing me.

“Is that your only argument? Is that the only reason you want to stay married to me? The money? Enough, Jinhee! I’m tired of being in a marriage and feeling alone,” I confessed, my voice trembling with anguish.

“I’ll change! I promise! Please, Jason!” she begged, her desperation echoing in the air.

“Enough, Jinhee!” I exclaimed, my resolve hardening.

She came to me, embracing me tightly as she continued to sob.

“No! Please, let’s stay together!” she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.

She started kissing me, and I found myself unable to resist her advances.

“I swear there’s no one, that paper is from when I was a teenager. Long before we got married… And as for having a child, I’ll stop taking contraceptives,” she reassured me, her words a desperate plea for reconciliation.

She walked over to the bedside table, picked up the paper, and threw it in the garbage can.

“I know you love me, so stay with me!” she implored, her lips finding mine once more.

Her kisses were fervent, breaking down every barrier I had erected. She straddled me, her legs wrapped around my body as she kissed me with a passion I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“If you want a baby, let’s make one now!” she exclaimed, her words laden with hope and desperation.

revise o texto completo a seguir sem tirar nada e acrescente descricoes apos as falas para tornar mais facil a identificacao dos personagens como em um livro em ingles sem tirar nenhuma frase dele Jinhee kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, driving me crazy with arousal. She knew my weak points and was using them all against me.

Jinhee’s lips trailed along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she nibbled my ear, each touch igniting a fire of desire within me. She knew my weaknesses all too well and exploited them with expert precision.

“Come on, Jason! Do me…” her voice, laced with a sly allure, whispered in my ear, causing me to lose all sense of restraint.

Her sly voice in my ear made me lose all self-control, and I walked with her clinging to me, leading her to the bed where I threw her down and tore off the dress she was wearing. She looked at me as I took off the towel that was around my waist, and soon I was exploring every inch of her smooth skin with my mouth. I made a trail of kisses down her neck until I reached her breasts where I quenched my thirst, I licked, sucked, a bit lightly and quenched my desire as I felt her body squirm. I reached her intimacy, tasting her flavor, and she arched her body on the mattress. I could feel her fleeing from my contact, and she got up from the bed and laid me on it.

“Suck me!” I commanded.

She looked at me frightened, but soon obeyed me, grabbing my hair and exploring my cock with her tongue. I moaned as I felt her sucking me slowly, and I started to thrust into her mouth, making her choke before I got halfway in. I couldn’t wait to feel her and in one swift movement I got on top of her. As usual, she wasn’t lubricated enough, and I used my saliva to make it easier. I soon began to enter her tight intimacy as she squirmed, but no sound left her lips. When I was all the way in, I started moving in and out, going deeper and deeper. I put her on all fours and started thrusting as hard as I could. I killed my desire by fucking her in every position I wanted. We did it in bed, in the armchair, in the bathtub. We’d never had so much sex since we got married, but even with so much sex I didn’t feel satisfied. I could feel that she wasn’t giving in. No matter what I did, she didn’t come and the silence in the room made me feel like I was having sex with a doll. I was lying on the bed with her resting on my chest and her trembling voice came into the room.

“Are we all right now?” she asked, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Despite my love for her, doubts gnawed at me, prompting me to seek answers before committing to our future.

“We are,” I replied, though uncertainty lingered in my heart.

A timid knock on the door interrupted our moment, signaling the arrival of Mrs. Amelia with coffee.

“It must be Mrs. Amelia to tell us that coffee is served,” Jinhee remarked, pulling a blanket over us as I invited the visitor in.

However, the sight that greeted me when the door opened shattered my world in an instant. Jinhee froze, her face drained of color as she beheld Jane standing in the doorway, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Jane? What is it?” Jinhee’s voice wavered, her concern evident as she took in the distress etched on Jane’s features.

Jane, visibly shaken, struggled to maintain composure as she explained her reason for visiting, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Yes, it’s just that yesterday Mr. Park mentioned he liked French toast, and since I made some for myself, I thought I’d bring you some for your coffee,” Jane explained, her attempt at normalcy marred by the pain lurking beneath the surface.

Jinhee’s gratitude was palpable, but I could feel the weight of guilt pressing down on me, knowing that Jane’s gesture of kindness was overshadowed by the betrayal she witnessed.

“I’ll leave it here on the table and go. Sorry to disturb you,” Jane murmured softly, her voice laden with sorrow as she made a hasty retreat.

Unable to bear the weight of my actions, I hurriedly dressed and followed after her, finding her just as she reached the kitchen.

“Jane, I can explain…” I began, but she interrupted me, wiping away her tears with a forced smile.

“It’s all right! You don’t have to explain anything. I’m glad you’ve worked it out!” she insisted, though her tears belied her attempt at composure.

I longed to comfort her, to erase the pain etched upon her face, but her plea stopped me in my tracks.

“Please don’t touch me,” she implored, her voice a whisper of anguish that pierced through me like a knife.

Her words echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of the hurt I had caused, and for the first time, I truly felt the weight of my actions.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my own voice choked with emotion as I watched her wipe away her tears, her smile a facade masking the turmoil within.

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not your fault. I was a fool,” she replied, her words heavy with resignation.

“Jane…” I began, but she cut me off with a gentle smile.

“I hope you like the French toast,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness as she turned away, leaving me to confront the consequences of my betrayal.

As she walked away, a wave of remorse washed over me, engulfing me in a sea of self-loathing. How could I have been so blind, so careless? Had I irreparably damaged everything we had shared?