16 Quotes by Victoria Sobolev

. I don’t mean to hurt him, but I am not going to break up my family. I cannot walk away from him either, though, because he has given me so much. He has given me more love and affection than anyone in my life. His touch awakens the woman in me, his kisses give me joy, and his warmth comforts me and gives me the strength to live, work, and love those closest to me.

I love it when he’s happy, because the sadness in his brown eyes makes my heart ache, as I now doubt that truth is where I was told it was, suspecting that I may have even been deceptively and cruelly sent in the wrong direction.

I have just one selfish goal – to take what’s mine while receiving as much pleasure as possible.

Today is his birthday and my gift to him is warmth and cosiness. Today, on his day, his home will have what Alex craves so badly – a family, albeit an illusory one.

Very soon, it becomes clear to me, in the most incomprehensible, most incredible way, that he is seriously in love. It is the only time I have a question that I cannot find an answer to for a very long time, no matter how hard I try: what does he see in me? What?? What exactly does he find so irresistible? My analytical brain comes up with the most outrageous suggestions, but, for the very first time, gets nowhere.

The swimming has sobered us both up and Alex whispers: ‘Now we can go to bed.’‘Only now?’ ‘Only now,’ he smiles.‘Why not before?’‘What’s the point of doing something based on sensuality at a time when you sense nothing?’ And with these words he once again takes me in his arms and carries me back to our terrace, to our room, and to our bed.

But the fact remains: in terms of physiology and anatomy, we fit together like two jigsaw pieces, much as our voices merged into one, complementing each other, when we sang the song that later became ‘ours’.

There are times when I lose all control of my emotions, they explode without warning, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop the flow. It is my cross to bear and my efforts to keep it in check are enviable, but restraint has no desire to be my friend this time.

I noticed a long time ago that my mouth, my lips, and anything I may do with them excites him. I know that when we have coffee and croissants together, I can’t lick my lips otherwise Alex will drag me straight to bed, no matter when the last time was. But more important than anything is that I want him – constantly, desperately – and I cannot bear the time we are apart.