Books On Desire Novels & Stories

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

We did the project and even lost track of time. Our heads snapped to the door as we heard the door creak open, and in comes Daniel. Holding his books in one hand and probably dinner in the other. "Woah, I didn't know we had a guest. Who is this beautiful damsel?" He asked. "Keep your eyes off her Daniel." I warned him, mainly because he has a girlfriend and she has anger issues. She would skin Scarlet alive if she found out he called her a beautiful damsel. "Relax Fabian, I won't touch your girl." He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed.

It was as if my entire life had been muted, played in black and white, and suddenly, he turned the saturation up to a painful, impossible level. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to confront the terrifying realization: The desire I felt for Igor was not fleeting lust; it was a deep, consuming need for connection, a desperate longing to breach the impenetrable armor of a man who terrified me. I didn't just want him sexually; I wanted his focus, his brilliance, his dangerous attention. I didn't realize I was queer. I didn’t realize I was capable of feeling this kind of absolute, reckless obsession. All those years of casual encounters with women were just a pale imitation of the violent, raw tr

“Something beyond duty.” A small ache stirred unexpectedly in Loren’s chest. The Prince deserved the love he had grown up believing was possible. He was kind, gentle, and she suspected, unhappy in a way the court did not permit him to confess. She liked him. He was someone she could learn to respect, perhaps even care for deeply. She wondered if that would be enough. She wondered if their marriage would always feel like a polite arrangement. She wondered if she would ever know desire again. She looked back at the Prince, who sat watching dragonflies hover above the pond, a faint smile on his lips. Loren found herself wishing she could want him. That she could meet kindness with passion, inst

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body. It hurts, but it’s not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I’m overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. “I want more,” I whisper. “More?”

Beth’s eyes widen and even I’m interested. “Not the fairytale one,” Kathleen rolls her eyes. “The actual ones. If you guys would visit the library once in a while, you’d also know. In the whole world, there are only a handful of genies in existence. They’re extremely intelligent and have this ability to cast very realistic illusions. There have only been two genies to ever study in this place. Rachel might be the third.” “Wait,” I frown. “But you said you didn’t see-“