Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

My desire is something I couldn’t comprehend, but one thing is for sure, if there is something that I want is that I get to spend a lifetime with him until death. To be continued…

We all have desires. The desire for a position, wealth, power and even love. When desire takes control of us, we will do whatever it takes to fulfil that ambition. Sometimes we just focus on that desire until we don't realize what we have sacrificed for it. Often we only see what looks beautiful. Someone who looks perfect and has everything that makes us jealous without seeing what that person feels. As the saying goes, we can measure the depth of the ocean, but we can't see what's in a person's heart.

The things many people take for granted, the things they don’t always recognize are there—they’re the things I’m addicted to; Intimacy Connection and Love. I’m in love with love and lust, and that only strengthens my desire for the other things. I crave the intimacy of knowing someone so deeply that there’s no part of their soul I haven't explored. I need the connection of someone knowing me that deeply and vast. Having a bittersweet addiction is what drive me to like a person.

“I told you, I’m crazy about you, Pat. And then you tease me—ohhh—damn—just hell if I don’t get my payback—I’m going to take you hard!” The depth of his desire was evident in his tone, heavy with yearning and desperation, wrapping around her like a velvet shroud. Each word he spoke resonated within her, stirring an instinctual craving that set her aflame. Patricia's heart raced, attuned to the primal energy coursing between them. She reveled in the raw intensity of his gaze, feeling as if every thought, every breath he took, was an echo of her own fervent need. It was a beautiful madness, and she found herself surrendering to it, losing herself in the depths of his longing.

i moan into her neck making her shiver with need as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Jack…..please” her moans fill the room as i rock in and out picking up my pace. Her walls clamp around my hard shaft casing me to gasp. “I need more” she moans out. I pick up my pace. Us meeting thrust for thrust each one stronger than the last unwilling to relent. I know she’s about to come i can feel it. “I want to mark you” i moan into her neck loving the feeling of being inside of her. Her heat driving me crazy with need and the uncontrollable urge to mark her as mine.

In her eyes, I see an unfulfilled desire to kiss me. Regardless of how much she claims she doesn't like me, the way she looks at me, I'm sure she does. "I swear Riya, no force on earth will keep me from approaching you until I am certain that you, too, like me." "I'm not sure if I just like you or if I have deeper feelings for you, but I want you." "As soon as I'm in front of you, I lose track of what's right and what's wrong. Your eyes have a magical quality.

Watching her silhouette against the vibrant hues of the evening sky, I couldn't help but wonder: could I truly have this? Never before had I felt such a strong desire for someone. I had indulged in fleeting connections, relishing the excitement and pleasure they brought, but nothing had ever stirred me like this. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted her. And even now, as the day drew to a close, that desire burned just as fiercely.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

Because despite everything—despite Nico’s offer, despite the war inside her— She wanted Dante. And she feared she would never escape him. Even if she tried.