Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

I knew where it had always been. Love. More than I could have ever dreamed, I was crazy and deeply in love with him. The sensation of every puzzle piece clicking into place at once gripped my throat, causing me to gasp. It felt like an unwavering, visceral truth to me. I had no idea that I would feel anything other than want for him. desire I’d become adept at concealing. I hadn’t expected to find him captivating, enchanting, and enigmatic. I hadn’t expected to want to sleep with him, wake up with him, and be with him always.

" Her gaze became vacant. She stared intensely at the death certificate as if trying to bore a hole through it. "It's impossible. "Impossible! This can't be true!!" "There's nothing that's impossible; perhaps this is just karma." She pushed herself away from the table, leaning forward, and desperately asked me, "Rachel! Rachel White! You lied to me, didn't you? "You clearly liked my Lucas! You liked him before!" Old habits die hard. In matters regarding relationships, she saw through things more clearly than both Lucas and me. So, she was fearless, knowing that I had affection for her son.

"But a girl can hope." Desire coiled deep within me, a relentless yearning that refused to be quenched. The bond between us wasn't just physical; it was an all-consuming connection that left me craving more. My body ached for the warmth of his embrace, the intertwining of our souls that made everything else fade away. "I can't help it," I whispered to Sage. "Being with him... with them... it's like pieces of me that were missing are finally falling into place." "Your desire is strong, but remember, we must care for ourselves and our little ones." Sage chuckled softly.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

he said, his voice deep with heavy desire. I inhaled sharply…

“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.

Desire becomes mutual instead of strategic. Later, wrapped in silence, I think about how often I mistook adrenaline for chemistry. How I called unpredictability “spark.” How I believed longing required lack. This—this is something else entirely. It’s desire with roots. The kind that grows instead of flaring. The kind that doesn’t need distance to stay alive. I test the theory over time. Does wanting fade when consistency remains? No. It deepens. Because now attraction is layered with trust, admiration, respect. I want him not because he’s elusive—but because he’s present.

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "