Books On Desire Novels & Stories

“No.” A chill ran down her spine, but it wasn’t fear she felt—it was something far more dangerous. Excitement. Lust. Madness. She should have run. But instead, she grabbed his face and kissed him. --- Steamy Chaos Dante growled against her lips, shoving her back onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her, his heat searing into her skin. “Is this what you want?” he rasped, dragging his teeth along her throat. “To be ruined?”

It's like my body offends him, but in reality, it's because he doesn't believe he has the restraint. “I was almost asleep," I tell him, smoothing my hands down over the fine, sheer material. Ark gets to his feet, having managed to clean up the mess from my lamp in expert time. “I’ll leave you too it," he mumbles, turning to the door. “Wait...I still want to talk." I don't want him to leave. Not yet. I'm so bored, so tired of thinking about my mate, about Caspian. Ark is this dark, forbidden presence in my life that intrigues me. I want him near me, even when I know I shouldn't.

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

I know I cannot stay the night, but I want to fuck her until I cannot go anymore. Claire is not complaining as she kisses me back and starts riding my fingers. It turns me on so much that I cannot hold back any longer. I enter her again. This is going to be a long night of sex, and I can only hope that the flames of desire do not devour us and leave us burned out. However, I don't think I can get tired of her. I don't think I can ever get enough of Claire Johnson.

“What burdens you?” I exhaled slowly, the sound loud in the silence. “I met a woman. She helped me. Out of kindness. Now all I think about is lust for her.” A shaky inhale on the other side. The faint rustle of fabric, the soft creak of her shifting weight. “Perhaps she… likes being desired.” “I was taught to repay kindness with kindness. But my kindness pales next to my desire. I want her to know what I think when I look at her.”

i say huskily “ i want you…. all of you….i want you to touch every part of me” she gasps out feeling my warm breath on her wet core. I don’t waste any more time and slide my tongue over her core from her opening to her clit lingering for a moment on her clit stroking it gently making her squirm under me. I wrap my arms around her thighs holding her in place as i devoire her core. “Oh goddess jack …..yes” she gasps out between moans. She pulls my hands, i glance up at her watching the pleasure roll across her features.

"No, why is it?" "Well, I read it in an ancient medical book that men want to spread their genes, that is why they want to get laid so badly." I did not understand all of that, but still got the basic idea. This trait was inbuilt in us. God wanted us to spread our genes, that is why he made us like this. So, what was wrong with getting laid with someone? I could see nothing wrong. We could get laid as much as we want, with whoever we want.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

My fingers clutch his shoulders, and his strong hands catch my hips as my body goes weak, hanging onto his as he deepens the kiss, his touch, his scent, everything about him is creating a fire inside of me that I desperately need him to quench. Tate lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing my back against the wall, his manhood poking my thigh. I know I shouldn’t…I know it…but there is no rational thought in my head right now. Just mad, uncontrollable desire. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his thick rod, letting out a moan against his lips as I stroke it’s very impressive girth. “Kit…” Gasping, I pull back, meeting his gaze as I line him up between my legs, giving my hips a