**Chapter 14: Consumed by Desire**

The days that followed were a blur of stolen moments and secret trysts. Seth and I were inseparable, our desire for each other growing with each passing day. But as the days turned into weeks, I knew that our time together was limited. My family had planned a trip to Asia, and I would be leaving soon. Seth knew it too, and he was determined to make the most of our remaining time together. He would show up at my doorstep, his eyes burning with desire, and we would spend hours locked in my room, making up for lost time. The day before I left, Seth came to my house, his eyes wild with anticipation. He grabbed me, pulling me close, and I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. "I need you," he growled, his voice husky with desire. I nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with a little fear. Seth took me to my room, pushing me onto the bed. He ripped off my clothes, his hands roaming over my body, and I could feel his desire radiating off him. He started by pounding my ass, his fingers slapping against my skin as he pulled me into position. I cried out, feeling a shock of pain mixed with pleasure, but Seth just kept going. He pushed me onto my stomach, his body covering mine, and I could feel his cock probing my ass. I was hesitant at first, but Seth's desire was infectious. He started to eat me out, his tongue probing my depths, and I could feel myself getting wet. He took me from behind, his body pounding against mine, and I could feel a righteousness sensation building inside me. But Seth wasn't satisfied with just that. He wanted more, and he took me in every way possible. He fucked me in the ass, his body probing my depths, and I could feel a sense of surrender wash over me. As we moved, I could feel the world around us melting away. There was only Seth and me, lost in our own little world of desire and possession. And I knew, in that moment, that I was his, completely and utterly his. The next morning, I left for Asia, Seth's arms wrapped around me one last time. I could feel his sadness radiating off him, and I knew that he was struggling to let me go. As the plane took off, I looked out the window, watching as Seth's figure grew smaller and smaller. I knew that he would be waiting for me, his desire burning bright, and I couldn't wait to be back in his arms. But as the days turned into a week, I started to worry about Seth. I knew that he had been deprived of me, and I could only imagine the torture he must be going through. And then, when I finally got a chance to talk to him, I realized that my fears had been correct. Seth had blue balls, and he was suffering. "I'm dying over here," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I need you, Liliana. I need you so bad." I laughed, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "I'm sorry, Seth. I'll be back soon." But until then, Seth would just have to suffer. And I knew that he would, his desire burning bright, waiting for the day when I would return to him.