Books On Desire Novels & Stories

She hurriedly asked before he could ask another question, Draven nodded in response and she cleared her throat. “Why did you ask me to read a book based on BDSM?” She asked and he didn't give her a response, all he did was stare at her and tap his fingers repeatedly on the table. “What do you think?” He asked back and Xalia froze. Is it what she is thinking?

She got used to relying on him and fooled herself into thinking she had found a safe harbor, yet he ended up pushing her into the abyss. "Even if no one comes, I don't need you." Elvira drew a deep breath, holding on to the last bit of her pride. "You're the one who said we were done. I'm not pathetic enough to cling to you." Her tone deliberately took on a cutting edge. "Did you think I meant it when I said I fell in love? I was just talking. I was just a sexual partner to you, and you were just an outlet for me to vent my desires. Besides, your skills are mediocre. Once I've recovered, I'll find someone younger and better in bed."

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

He had not used it after that. He sank into his office chair and his aim was to start working on the millions of files before him but his mind failed him by derailing to the thoughts of his life. What had he been doing? What did he need? He had been thoroughly hunting for love,for a life partner,but the results so far wasn't satisfactory. Women had jilted him for no reason after they got what they wanted. Money.

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

– I'm full of fear, when I think about the possibilities of not working out. — Never doubt your potential, my love – he says – it may seem suspicious for your mother to tell you that, but I smell a good romance from afar. You know me well, and you know it's not something that holds me back. And I knew. Desirée had a bookcase full of books. Most were novels, and many of them were read to the fifth page. If she didn't like the first five pages, she dropped the story without even thinking about it. I got tired of seeing her donate or exchange books for others, because she just didn't get attached. But there were the excellent ones that made her sigh at the corners of the house and cry her eyes

I watched Chase fuck Monica, his cock buried deep in her pussy, the muscles in his back flexing, the low, guttural sounds he made, and it always made my pussy wet. Other nights, I stayed in my own room, fingering my pussy, biting my pillow to muffle my moans, as I imagined it was his cock moving in and out of my pussy instead of my fingers, that his hands were on my hips, his mouth on my throat. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was messed up for craving Chase that way, but it was not my fault that he was so incredibly hot, so sexy and so fucking irresistible. I had tried to talk myself out of it.

His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and I made a sound I’d never made before, desperate and needy. “So responsive,” he praised softly, his breath hot against my neck. “So beautiful.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and the world tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, gasping as he touched me exactly where I needed him. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, learning what made me tremble. “Look at me,” he commanded quietly. I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw desire I saw there made me dizzy. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster now, more purposefully. “Don’t look away.”