Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

I push into her slowly, each inch i go causes us both to gasp and moan, i revile in the feeling of sparks of pleasure shooting all over our bodies. Feeling my hard shaft stretch her core, playing with her sensitive spots. I slam into her wanting more and unwilling to prolong our desires any more. I slump forward wrapping my fingers around her shoulders ground her to my chest as i plunge into her depths. Burring my face in her neck where my mark will be. As i rock in and out of her tight hot core. “Oh goddess ren…..your so tight” i moan into her neck making her shiver with need as she wraps her legs around my waist.

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.

He said in serious yet desirable tone which I can't resist much. I also want him as much as he wants me. I want him to touch each and every part and skin of my body. I wanted to feel his touch on my whole body. I know I think so desperate but I want what I want. I wnated to feel him on my finger tips, I want kiss his body and wanted to worship his body like a devotee worship his god. I just want him. And this mere thoughts burn my skin in desire and lust. It's not blush....maybe it is but not more than the desire running in my whole body.

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.

A world of wealth and excess that masked the darkness beneath it all. Dante moved toward the bar, pouring himself a drink. “Would you like something?” he asked, his voice laced with casual indifference. “No, thank you,” she replied, her eyes never leaving him. She was careful not to show too much interest, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain composed. Dante was magnetic, and it felt as if every moment in his presence pulled her deeper into his web.

My mind went blank, consumed by the intensity of the kiss—the way his taste flooded my mouth, intoxicating and overwhelming. I tried to push him away, but he didn’t relent. Instead, his hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss. I could feel the hard edge of his body pressing into mine, every inch of him unyielding and possessive. His tongue brushed against mine with a force that made my knees weaken, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just felt. His anger and desire tangled together, seeping into me until I was drowning in it.

He trailed hot kisses down my neck, igniting a fiery desire within me. My desire for him burned like a fire, consuming every part of me. I longed for him with an insatiable hunger that consumed my entire being. My body and soul ached for his touch, yearning to be consumed by his passionate embrace. “I want you,” I moaned, my body arching towards X's touch as if he was the only one who could satisfy this burning ache within me. In that moment, the dream felt more tangible and pleasurable than reality itself.

But I need him. The understanding hits me with startling clarity. I need him right now. It’s a desperate desire, one I can’t control or rationalize. I need to be as close to him as possible, need to feel his warmth, his solid presence. I need confirmation that he’s real and alive and here. It’s not lust. Not exactly. It’s deeper than that. More primal. It’s a need. But I don’t know how to ask for what I want when I don’t even understand it myself.

The attraction. The pulse of desire that made my stomach flip and my hands tremble ever so slightly. I took a step closer, heart racing. “You mean it,” I said softly, testing him. “You keep reminding me that its a contract. Did you mean it or you're just… acting protective ” He studied me again, his gray eyes hardening for a fraction of a second before softening. “You are mine,” he said simply, definitively, “as much as a contract allows. And I will not let her or anyone else undermine that.”