Deeply Desire Novels & Stories

Desire is the unwavering commitment to face adversity as a united front, drawing strength from their shared love. The beauty of desire in a long-lasting relationship is that it evolves, adapts, and deepens with time. It's a testament to their enduring love, resilience, and commitment. Through the journey of life, desire between a couple grows from a tender spark to a steady, comforting flame, illuminating their path as they continue to walk hand in hand.

And somewhere deep inside, a hint of desire I don’t want to acknowledge. What does he want from me?

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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

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

"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."

“Because of your job. It’s dangerous, I get it.” He steps toward me, closing the gap he seemed so interested in maintaining. I sit perfectly still, frightened I’m going to frighten him away accidentally. “The only person I have any desire to be with is you. And I can’t have that,” he murmurs. The pure intensity of the truth takes me aback. He looks tempted to grab me and take me away from this life, so we can be together elsewhere, where neither of us have any obligations. I even feel tempted to take that offer.