Books On Desire Novels & Stories

Ruth replied. "I'm glad you liked it. I took extra time to design it. I don't know if you're a girly girl or just a girl so I chose white and black for the interior mixing both professional and casual"Ava gushed excitedly while advancing towards the bed. She sat down on it and tapped the empty space gently "come sit" Ruth walked towards her and sat down beside her. Ava took her hand and said "listen, I'm so sorry about your parents. I know you must be feeling so much pain inside you".

“I was just hoping for something more… definite.” “I understand. Let’s do this, I’ll lend you a few books from my collection. They’ll have real, up-to-date information about werewolves that should at least help clear up whatever information bias you have. Meanwhile, I’ll take a look at some of my older books and see if I can’t find anything about having multiple fated mates. If you have any more questions though, Eleonore, my door will always be open for you.” “Thank you, Professor Cross, it means a lot, and I’ll take you up on your offer. After all this though, I think… I think I really just need to sleep.”

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

The touch of his large, warm hand against her bare skin made Clara gasp, a low, helpless groan breaking through her lips as he teased the sensitive peak with practiced, agonizing rhythm. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. Clara reached up, her hand gently stopping his wrist. "Do you... have anything with you?" Axel’s dark eyes burned down into hers. "No." Clara swallowed hard, her pupils dilated with an undeniable, mutual hunger. "You can... but not inside." Axel’s face flushed a deeper, darker red, the blood rushing hot through his veins. His voice dropped an octave, rough and thick with restraint. "Are you sure?"

"You said if I brought you the proxies, you’d invite me to dinner. You said you might offer your favor." Up close, Victor could see every detail of Dax’s face—the long dark eyelashes, the flawless skin, the full, tempting curve of his lower lip. Dax didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, closing the distance until his lips were a hair's breadth from Victor’s ear. "You want my favor, Victor?" Dax whispered, his warm breath fanning across Victor’s sensitive skin, sending an agonizing shudder of desire straight down Victor’s thighs. "You want to touch me? You want to see if I feel like the husband you discarded?"

The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent heat spiraling through me, leaving my body trembling with want. My pulse raced wildly as desire curled deeper inside me, stronger and more intoxicating than anything I had ever known. I wanted more. I wanted his hands to explore every inch of me, to make me forget my fears, to claim me so completely that nothing else existed except him. But beneath the rising hunger, fear still coiled tightly in my stomach. I had never done this before.

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

What a relief! The bookstore has a warm and inviting atmosphere. The design is classic, with wooden shelves that give a sense of tradition and permanence. The atmosphere is calm and silent, allowing perfect concentration so I can enjoy reading. I like environments like that, because they make me relax. Even though Dom's library is also wonderful and gives me almost the same feeling, the problem with all this is that every room in that place carries Dominique's scent and that must be why my head is all on alert. The little time we spend together is too much, it must be affecting me, because now, I'm calm here. I swipe through the pages of a survival manual, written by a guy who spent 3 months