Choices Immortal Desires Novels & Stories

Altara getting thirst is intensify and Almiro can only give in with a confuse expression. “Altara...” His voice strange and is sounded conflicted. His hand wandering through her exposure and her warmth is causing him to a halt. He muttered in curses, “Altara, you... Stop it...” “I am bless.... Aren't you?” Altara's eyes glowing darker and is filled with conflicted desire. “I want You... My soul screaming your name... I want you full, Almiro!” This words couldn't more disbelieving and Almiro can only gasp without air. Her words struck him and the confussion slightly go away.

“Let's get this over with, I want you to be my submissive, but it is your choice, a choice that comes with options.” “What?” She asked with her eyes widening in shock, he seriously wants her to be his submissive and be treated like a slave. What the fuck? Isn't she supposed to be married to him? “It's your choice, you can say no if you don't want to.” “No.” Xalia hurriedly said and he nodded. “Like I said, it is your choice but the choice comes with options. If you agree to it, you won't have a problem with me, you will live peacefully with me and you will get the best life.”

“So that’s where I’ve seen her. She’s not Alia’s replacement?” “What? Of course not." I want him. I fucking crave him. So much it hurts. So I lift my head and capture his lips in a punishing kiss. I thrust my tongue inside his mouth and tasted the metallic blood. I taste the desperation. The aching lust. I fuck his mouth as hard as he fucked me over. The constant fear of falling apart vanishes when he gives back as ferociously as he takes, robbing my breath. The constant pain that I breathe day in and day out crumbles and caves like it does every time Nicholas touches me.

“Jessica, you’ve woven us through every star. This is your nexus. Trust yourself.” The hollowness pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving three futures: one, a nexus of eternal balance, perfect but cold, her companions safe but distant; another, a nexus of boundless life, vibrant but chaotic, their bonds strained by endless growth; the third, a nexus of mortal freedom, flawed but alive, their love intact but vulnerable to time. Each was tempting, each was devastating, and Jessica’s glow wavered, her heart tearing under the weight of the choice.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

But as we grow, change, the love changes. The third time is always the charm, the third love, the unconditional love, the one you never see coming, the one you were never looking for, the one that creeps on you and blows the air out of your lungs, the one you can easily call your soulmate. But it's messy, it's ugly, it's often selfish. But caring for them is as involuntarily as breathing. At the end embracing all their imperfections is what makes it all unconditional. This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed.

In the end, all I could do was to offer my escorting services, accompanying the man. My eyes suddenly peeked at his waist again. “You’re still hard?” I had to ask, even though I could clearly see it was still bulging. “It’ll be a while,” he said. “But we’re having a heart-to-heart convo,” I said in puzzlement, “Why are you still turned on?” He looked down at me like I was dubious. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re a walking bombshell, Ari. I will always have a desire for you, and it amplified with the attraction pull because you’re the Lady. Long story short, it is an immortal desire.”

Maybe I would have married him. But who was I kidding? I wouldn’t have married him either way. Dan was the heir to his father’s properties, making him far richer than Xavier. At least with Xavier, I could have had several unforgettable sex before getting married to Dan. My wolf, Sky, had been urging me to give in, to fuck Xavier, but I kept resisting. I told her it was wrong, that he was my husband’s brother, yet she didn’t care. All she wanted was Xavier’s touch, his cock and his pheromones.

"But just so you know, I'm doing it for Michael Power's daughter and not your wife." "Believe me, Senator," I say, correcting the cuff links of my shirt as I dust invisible dust off it. "If Michael Powers had the slightest clue that you could help him, he would have been the one threatening you now." The Senator lifts an eyebrow, watching me smirk. "Thank you for your time, Senator." The doors to the room are thrown open suddenly and Desiree walks in. "Sorry to bother you men but Harley wants to go home, Mr. Everest," she tells me, giving an apologetic look to her fiancé. "She says she's not feeling well."