Crossroads Of Desire Novels & Stories

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.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment.

And truth be told, I wanted him, every inch, every moment, more than I could resist. Sliding lower, I positioned myself, aligning with him perfectly, and guided his cock inside. I whimpered and he growled in unison, the motion sending shivers through me as his cock jerked inside me. Then I began to ride him slowly, tilting my head so my hair cascaded over one shoulder. I locked my eyes on him. His lids were half-closed, lips slightly parted, soft groans escaping with every movement. His expression, lost, hungry, almost delirious drove my own desire higher, making me ache to give him all of me.

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

No second times, and definitely no strings attached. They always want more. Always think they're different. As if I haven't seen their type a thousand times before—wide eyes, trembling lips, hope curled around their fingertips like a goddamn prayer. As if spreading your legs a night before Church gathering would give them a place in heaven or whatever place these goddamn people have made up. Begging on knees. Praying. But prayers don't work on men like me. I take. I ruin. I walk away. Because desire is a dangerous thing.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

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.”

To not want to be their mate or long to be. I had wanted to get to know them, get answers, understand what was going on, but all I was doing was discovering the depths of my own feelings and leaving me terrified of what the answer was going to be. I didn’t know if it was love but it was starting to become an unbearable feeling. That’s why I was excited and scared to see Professor Cross, hopefully whatever he found could help me or at least help me decide what to do. “Hello Eleonore, thank you for coming.”

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

It was a risk to delve deeper into its secrets, just as it was a risk to consider marrying someone whose true nature remained elusive to me. And then there was Mr. Blackwood, whose allure and dangerous charm tempted me to tread even further into uncertain waters. Each decision seemed to carry its weight of consequences, each path fraught with peril and intrigue. Yet, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and entangled relationships, I couldn't deny the exhilarating pull of the unknown, beckoning me to explore deeper into the mysteries that surrounded me. My phone's shrill ring pierced through the silence of the midnight hour, jolting me awake from deep thoughts. Startled, I fumbled to gra