Chapter 1: Unspoken Cravings
Regita lounged on the plush velvet couch in their modest apartment, her curves barely contained by a tight crimson dress that hugged her voluptuous frame. Her dark eyes smoldered with a hunger that hadn’t been sated in far too long. Across the room, Lambang, her boyfriend, sat hunched over his laptop, his handsome face illuminated by the dim screen. His slender frame and boyish charm were undeniable, but in the bedroom, he was a shadow of the man she craved.
“Still working on that report, babe?” Regita’s voice dripped with a teasing edge, her full lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her legs, the fabric of her dress riding up to reveal a glimpse of smooth, tanned thigh.
Lambang glanced up, his tired eyes meeting hers briefly before darting back to the screen. “Yeah, gotta finish this tonight. Boss is on my ass again. You know how it is with my measly paycheck.”
Regita rolled her eyes, leaning forward, her cleavage on full display as she rested her chin in her hand. “Oh, I know how it is. I also know how it’s been weeks since you’ve been on *my* ass. Or anywhere near me, for that matter.” Her tone was sharp, cutting through the stale air between them.
Lambang flinched, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. “Regita, come on. I’m exhausted. Work’s been hell, and I just… I don’t have the energy.”
She scoffed, standing up with a sway of her hips that demanded attention. “Energy? Lambang, I’m practically vibrating with need over here, and you’re telling me you’re too tired to even *try*? Do you even see me right now?” She gestured to her body, her hands tracing the outline of her hips. “I’m a fucking goddess, and I’m wasting away waiting for you to man up.”
His cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “I’m trying, okay? I know I’m not… not enough for you sometimes. But I love you, Regita. Isn’t that enough?”
Her laugh was low, almost a growl, as she stalked closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Love doesn’t make me wet, Lambang. Love doesn’t make me ache so bad I can’t sleep at night. I need more than sweet words and pretty promises. I need to be fucked. Hard. Until I can’t think straight.”
Lambang swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at her, caught between desire and inadequacy. “I… I’ll try harder. Tomorrow, I promise—”
“Tomorrow?” Regita cut him off, her voice a dangerous purr as she leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear. “I’m dripping right now, and you’re talking about tomorrow? Maybe I should find someone who can handle me tonight.”
His eyes widened, a flicker of jealousy sparking in them. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?” She straightened, her gaze piercing as she turned away, her ass swaying with every step toward their bedroom. “Keep typing, babe. I’ll take care of myself… for now.”
As the door clicked shut behind her, Regita’s mind raced with forbidden thoughts. She wasn’t one to wait, not when her body was screaming for release. She could already feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her fingers itching to explore, but she craved more—something raw, something explosive. Little did Lambang know, the storm of her desires was about to break free, and she’d find exactly what she needed, even if it wasn’t with him.
[To be continued…]
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