No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 380



In an instant, every cell in my body felt like it had been hit by a lightning bolt, igniting an indescribable craving within me...

Feeling this way made me feel a bit ashamed, as if I wasn't living up to my own standards of decency.

With Conrad Wagner, I never felt this surge of desire and longing.

Even when we were down to our last pieces of clothing, all I felt was nervousness, not this overwhelming need I'm experiencing now.

It seems like being with Ernest has brought out a wilder side of me...

I found myself impatiently seeking Ernest's lips, but he dodged. As I pulled him closer by the neck, my voice emerged in a breathy whisper, "Ernest..." It sounded almost like a sob.

This was all new to me, and even I was taken aback by my own reactions.

But I couldn't control myself; the clamor inside me was too loud, and part of me didn't even want to.

With Ernest, I could unleash the most authentic parts of myself.

"Ernest..." I called out again, my lips finding his cheek in a flurry of kisses.

His other hand gripped the back of my neck, his voice low and breathy, "Licia, wait, let's go home." But I didn't want to wait. That craving and pleasure were fleeting; if I waited, they would disappear.

were outdoors, in a parking lot

impulse, and I channeled all my intense desire into biting his earlobe hard before I could stop myself

held me tightly, so close it felt like we were

for what seemed like an eternity before he finally loosened his grip a bit, opened the car door, and

impulse faded, I was left feeling drained and too embarrassed to look Ernest in the

probably why people prefer to turn off the

the car, but before we

not sure what he meant, then

Or did he think I wasn't embarrassed

pushed him slightly, "Don't talk; you'll distract me from

as you can," he replied with a

made my cheeks burn even more, and I

you

I just remained silent.

figured you out; you're quite the actor," I finally

heard him softly say, "Some things

about his

Willis once said that no matter how proper men and women seem, in their most intimate moments, they revert to thei most

was Ernest trying to tell me not

intentions, I decided not to

darkness enveloped everything, the streetlights were off, and very few lights were