Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

Desire, deep and insatiable, coursed through me, focusing my entire being on the man before me. At that moment, I realized the depth of my feelings for Ky. It wasn't just want or need but something far more profound. I loved him with an intensity that defied words, a love that had woven itself into the very fabric of my soul. And as he stood there, a silhouette of strength and desire, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, in every way possible.

"Hm. Desperate because I want you so much." Then after that, it was unclear who initiated it, but their faces drew closer, hypnotized by time that seemed to slow down. It was compelling... seductive... and it swept them both away in a wave of desire once again.

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

He ached to close the distance between them, his whore of a wolf howling in ecstasy. But even through the haze of desire, a thought jabbed at him, mildly but constantly. If he began, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He will crush her under the weight of his desires. She will beg for him to stop but he won't. He won't until every inch of her skin carried his mark. He didn't merely want her; he craved her. He yearned to consume her, to devour her until her breath, her shivers, her very pulse belonged to him alone. He sensed that his desire was far more ruthless than a simple taste. If he so much as dipped his toes into it, there was a high chance he would be swept away, overpowered by the

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

“The way my clit gets hard and throbs. The way my pussy lips swell up and get all puffy, just begging to be touched. I get so drenched. I can smell myself, Father. That sweet, musky smell. It drives me crazy.” “That is enough,” he said, but his voice was strained, a tightrope of tension. “Is it?” I muttered, trembling. “Do you ever feel it, Father Roman? That heat? That ache right here," I pressed a hand low on my belly, "that only gets worse the more you try to ignore it?" Silence. Then, a rustle of fabric. A low, almost inaudible sound. “Christ.” “Do you want to see?” The question was out before I could think, a product of weeks of pent-up fantasy .

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

In its place was something deeper. Craving. Strong. Permanent. For them. For more.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."