Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

Bill’s voice rang around them amidst the howling and slapping winds that sounded hollow and terrorizing. Bill sat across from her on his knees. He effortlessly slid his fingers under her chin and elevated her mouth near his. As his gaze intently stared at them with visible desires, he whispered, “All I want is you. From your smiles to kisses, touches to caresses… I want them all to myself. Not to Ethan, not to that ratchet best friend of yours.” His words sting. He was insulting him beyond what Ava had done. But to be honest, was this any different from what she had said? Her humiliation was covered by some veneration unlike this.

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

I moaned softly in pleasure and desire . Crap! I fucking have desires for him. His one hand pulling my hairs softly gave him more access to my neck and cleavage . His other hand went under my skirt up to my bare thigh. I gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin between my legs . His feather like touch made my clit craving more . He started drawing circles over the thin material of my slit . His mouth never left my neck . Sucking and licking . His finger went inside me . My walls tighten around his two fingers . He started slowly in and out . Making me moan loud.

"Everything in you is done exactly for someone like me, Jessy. Who else could try to understand a weird wage earner like me?” I laughed loudly, holding his biceps, bringing him closer. I knew that if we started that we couldn't finish. I knew we would still need to have a more serious conversation, without that sexual desire making us so lascivious. But I think that would never pass. That feeling of torpor, that anxiety that gave me goosebumps from the soles of my feet, that tasty cold passing through the spine. Nothing in the world would bring me that feeling. I had already been lying down with men enough to know the difference. It wasn't just his way of making me moan or cum, it was HIM. I

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

"I hope Serena stays forever." Kael stopped walking. Just for a second. The words weren't unusual. Children became attached. Especially Lia. But something about hearing them now made his chest tighten unexpectedly. Because for the first time, he realized he wanted the same thing. And that was exactly what frightened him. More than any business deal. More than any rival. More than any risk he'd ever taken. Because wanting Serena to stay was one thing. Needing her to stay was another. And somewhere along the way, he

I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He smirks, playing with a pen on the table, “Oh, I do,” he pauses, “But most aren’t innocent virgins like you. Most are trying to trick me into getting them pregnant, so they have my wealth and power.” My mouth gapes and he nods, “Exactly. I wanted someone I could mold for a night. Someone who isn’t going to trick me….and I promise, you won’t be let down.” I swallow the lump in my throat, my heart racing—why did that just turn me on?

I couldn't just place my hands on it. She had ordered coffee but barely touched it, her eyes darting everywhere but me. After what felt like eternity, she spoke. "Fabian, I cannot do this anymore," "I need something more. And you are just not enough." She continued still not meeting my eyes. I felt my whole world stop, because the Mia that I know would never leave me. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, men shouldn't cry. What do you mean something more, I wanted to ask but kept mute. Of course she wanted more, we are no longer in highschool. She needs someone that spoils and showers her with gifts.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.