Deep Desires Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

I beg shamelessly. “I won’t dare” he answered and continued licking my pussy. Sucking my pussy and using his teeth to grave my clit. Flickering his tongue inside my pussy, and he sticks two fingers inside me. He intensify the wonder of his fingers, adding more pressure to it and I moan out loudly, unable to control myself anymore. His fingers start going deep and deliberate, exploring different places inside me. Heat coils low in my belly, building up faster than I can grasp, tight and urgent. Images of my stepdad starts coming up in my head. I started seeing Dave eating my pussy instead of Jackson.

My eyes immediately draw to the large bed in the centre of it, dressed in a dark coloured duvet. At least Caspian isn’t naked. He wears a loose shirt and pants. "Everything okay?" I ask warily. "I want your opinion on something," he tells me, closing the door. Swallowing uncomfortably, I turn around, tucking my hands behind my back. My mind is swimming with excuses to get myself out of here as soon as I can manage without making it obvious that I don't want to be here. "Okay, sure." He turns his attention to a small safe sitting on the shelf beside him. He quickly feeds in the code before popping it open, drawing something out.

"If I get this wrong, we all die. No pressure." I forced a shaky breath, refocusing on the symbols. There had to be a pattern. There was always a pattern. I traced my finger over a familiar sequence, something I had seen before—yes! There, hidden beneath the shifting layers, was a faint marking that hadn’t changed. The key. It had been constant all along, buried under the illusion of chaos. Summoning the last of my strength, I pressed my palm against the sigil on the parchment. "Please, God, let me be right."

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

Surrender had not diminished her; paradoxically, it had filled her. “I didn’t know,” she whispered at last. “I didn’t know that was what I wanted. What I needed.” “The deepest desires rarely announce themselves with words. They whisper through the skin. Through the tension in the body when you avoid a certain gaze. Through the way you breathe when you hear a particular voice.” He shifted, sitting up in bed and pulling her to face him. His gaze was different now. The mask of absolute control had softened, giving way to an expression of intense, almost reverent contemplation.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?