Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

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Something that resembles a form of sacred fear. My initial plan, that neat little transaction, seems to belong to another life, to another man. That man was an idiot. He hadn't seen the crack in himself, that crack that only wanted to be filled with her. Now, she's in it. And nothing will ever be able to fill it but her. Desire, strangely, hasn't been extinguished with the easing of physical hunger. It smolders, different. Less urgent, deeper. It's no longer just about taking. It's about care. About marking, still, but through cleanliness, through the intimacy of the act that washes.

It was as if an invisible force had gripped hold of my very being, pulling me closer to him with an unrelenting fervor. Within the depths of my being, a potent and undeniable attraction surged forth, coursing through my veins like liquid fire. It was an intense longing, a yearning that seemed to consume me from the inside out. Every fiber of my being craved his touch, his proximity, his very essence. The desire that welled up inside me was so powerful, it bordered on the edge of an insatiable hunger. I yearned to embrace him with a raw and primal need. The thought of our bare skins pressed together, the mingling of our warmth and vulnerability, ignited an indescribable ache within me, drivin

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

Her breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling against mine, but I wasn’t in full control of myself anymore. Desire coursed through my veins, burning hotter than any fire. It didn’t matter where I was or how many times I took her in my way —something about her always left me wanting more. There was an ache deep in my chest, a need I couldn’t satisfy, no matter how much I had of her. I wanted her in ways that went beyond the physical. I wanted to possess her entirely, to have her with me every second of every day. If I could, I’d take her with me in my pocket.

I have to stop but i can't It's a compulsion, it's a high. All this people here i wish they could all go away and i could have her to myself. I could excavate her mind and dig around in her soul and get close enough to hear her heartbeat. Beyond the desire to lay her down and plunge between those beautiful long legs.

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.

"he say and open the door. He push me with his feet and close the door shut. I stand up and enter my bedroom slamming the door shut angrily i throw myself on the bed and let the acidic liquid leave my eyes. Why can't he love me? I love him for as long as i know what love means, why am i not beautiful and perfect enough for him? I cry to a point i feel my heartbeat accelerating rapidly, my lungs churning and my breathing choking my own self, the air in the room begin suffocating me and my vision black out.

"Can you lower your voice down? A gorgeous man like me shouldn't be deaf because of your ugly high pitched voice." Looks like this Klyde Aero Morrison is a boastful person. "And, yes. I looked into your personal data and background. But clarrification--- why the h*ck would I fell in love with you? You're not even my type." He sounded like he's disguted on me. Well I'm more disgusted on him! "Yeah whatever," I butt in. "How do you know me so well?" I asked narrowing my eyebrows and scanning his facial expressions. "And how did you know I was up to something at Uncle's office?" I added.

Vivian's voice was low and emotional like it was meant for him to understand her just by the sound of her voice. "Confess?" James was confused. What could she wanted to confess about that could make her so serious? "James, I..... I really like you. So much." She was holding his gaze as she professed her love for him. James smiled,taking it with levity. "I like you too. You're a good friend." "But I want to be more than that, James. I want to be your wife. I want us to get married."