Books On Desire Novels & Stories

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

"Everything in you is done exactly for someone like me, Jessy. Who else could try to understand a weird wage earner like me?” I laughed loudly, holding his biceps, bringing him closer. I knew that if we started that we couldn't finish. I knew we would still need to have a more serious conversation, without that sexual desire making us so lascivious. But I think that would never pass. That feeling of torpor, that anxiety that gave me goosebumps from the soles of my feet, that tasty cold passing through the spine. Nothing in the world would bring me that feeling. I had already been lying down with men enough to know the difference. It wasn't just his way of making me moan or cum, it was HIM. I

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

He slammed his lips over mine once again as my arms tightened around his neck instinctively. Reaching around, he rubbed the cleft between my legs and trailed his lips down my neck. Goosebumps! When he withdrew his hand my skin longed for his touch. I couldn’t deny the fervent way my body reacted to him. My body wanted him as much as my head wanted to stay away from him. His lips sucked hard leaving hickeys, my whole body trembled at the sensation. It felt so good. My core moistened with need. The desire flowing between us grew with his forceful touch.

She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need. She wiggled her ass, getting more comfortable, and then spread her legs. Another slow slide of her finger, up to her clit and then back down to her entrance. She shivered. Oh-em-gee, she wanted to be filled. Maybe she should call Anthony's and cancel their Valentine's dinner reservation. Screw the date. She just wanted fucked. She wiggled her finger until it slipped between her lips and then slid it back towards her clit, splitting her seam. She laid her whole hand over herself and bucked. Her shoulders and ass ground into the mattress while her tits tried to touch the ceiling. Her body trembled as she crested the wave b

Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

I said, “I am afraid I will unravel. I have always been composed, sensible and faithful. This feels reckless. It feels like standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.” I lifted my gaze to the screen, though I could not see him clearly. “In the dreams, I am fearless. I let him guide me wherever he wants. I trust him completely. And that frightens me more than the desire itself. I do not want to be someone who loses herself in another person.” The quiet in the booth felt thoughtful, not condemning. “Desire can teach us about ourselves,” he said. “It can show us what we are missing, or what we fear. It is not the end of you unless you allow it to replace everything else.”