Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

They say, 'there is unequivocally no shame in being hungry for another person. Because, desire is simply the very nature of the universe itself. And, in desire to happen, it should start with a sparkling tension. The kind of tension anyone would burn instantly if they come closer and closer'.

Desire, aching, longing, so palpable it washed over me in waves. “Three.”

I have always known that I want him, but right now, I feel like my desire for him has increased. I don’t know why. In just this visit, I feel like I have gotten to know so much more about him. So much, I just want to claim him. I want him. Every inch of him. He will submit to me, and be mine. He has to be. I don’t care the cost, I will do everything I can to have him. I will break his walls and penetrate his stubbornness no matter what it costs me. David will be mine.

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

Soon I grabbed him and kissed him sweetly, holding him tight, afraid to let go. While he pumped, tears of fear and uncertainty streamed down my eyes. Where was joy and happiness for me in all this? I could not afford to lose him. If he had to go, I pray this would leave me with a piece of him. I have never wanted children so badly as I did at that moment. The tears fell, and soon my moans were mixed with cries. He did not know because he could not see my eyes. I felt the pressure build up inside me, and I knew another orgasm was coming. It exploded, and I dug my nails into his back.

Leo declared, looking deeper into his mother's eyes, silently speaking as he watched his mother's lips bound in the certain thought of his fury. Leo turned away when no other words were spoken, focusing his stare on the only human that mattered much to him, sitting on the sofa across Ismael's seated position. An emotion had built a foundation of love which spilled greatly; Leo sat aware of Ismael's desire to wreak havoc, but a thread of thrill ran through his spine rather than that of betrayal. The expectancy of Ismael's desires fascinated his every being. He was the one specially created for him, a dare button which he always needed in the carvings of his mind, the perfect rival.

I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress. "You just can't resist, can you?" Jeremy's voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to rebuke him, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch. Before I could utter a word, he captured my lips in a ravishing kiss, leaving me breathless. In his kisses, I could feel desire and longing, mingled with his dominance and arrogance. Part of me yearned for it to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to halt him.

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes burn with a deeper intensity, as though he's unlocking a door I never even knew existed. "Noticed that you're more... driven by desire than ordinary?" he asks, his voice now heavy with something darker, more possessive. "You want me, Diana. And of course you should. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with desiring your mate. But dulcis… you want me even at times when your mind should be preoccupied with something else." I freeze. The shock hits me like a tidal wave and my heart skips a beat. I’ve felt it.