Deseo Oscuro Novels & Stories

Adam Desiree was perfect for me. When she passed out, I wasn't happy, but I knew how intense a claiming was, so I let her sleep for an hour and soon I had to have her again. I spread her legs and went back in with my cock. Desiree woke up moaning. I felt her all over me. Her scent filled my senses, and I felt complete. I fucked her like a mad wolf. I had restrained myself for months, all leading to this. I intended to take my fill and satisfy my wolf, but as I pumped and she moaned my name, I knew I would never get enough of her. Her reaction to me was driving me crazy. I felt like a wild animal. She had unleashed the beast in me. I wanted to grind my cock in her pussy for the rest of my lif

Desa and Rosco looked at each other. "They are right, we can't just hope to win this battle only by what we noticed, we should know them, everything, what they are doing, what they will do, all their plans," Desa said. As she took a deep sighed, her eyes darted on where Cassandra was standing. "Cassandra?" "Yes?" she answered quickly. "I want you to be scout inside the Moon Desire Kingdom." Cassandra's eyes widen, she even looked at her mother that seems like signaling not to accept what Desa wants to happened.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

Outside his window the city hums its indifferent nighttime hum and inside this apartment something that started eight months ago in a building elevator and lived in one look back before the doors closed has finally, completely arrived. I am not looking back anymore. There is nothing to look back at. Everything I wanted is right here. End of Arc 26: The Blackout

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Damian follows, his presence swallowing all the air around me even in an open space. “Do you ever learn?” He murmurs. His voice is a husky whisper as he moves even closer. I look at him. I can't speak. My breath catches in my throat when his body presses close, trapping me. His scent, woodsy and clean, with a hint of something darker wraps around me, making my head spin. He continues, “You had your chance to obey.” His mismatched orbs are so terrifying to gaze into with the way they glint, promising something much more dangerous.

while looking into her eyes. Inez regarded her emotionlessly, unable to understand Ana's claim that it was impossible to evade the Devil himself. How will she help her? Meanwhile,Damien was lost in her thoughts while he was in the meeting room attending to everyone discussing the new agreement, profits, and new plan. Her pink, soft lips were working their spell on him last night as she sat on his lap and looked at him with her doe eyes. When he was inside of her, the moonlight fell on them, highlighting her timeless beauty and showing her like the angel with whom he desired to commit all manner of sins.

They had no idea how well I had planned this. "They won’t just starve," I continued. "They’ll lose their minds. They’ll be hunted. Every night, they’ll hear things in the darkness. They’ll wonder if they’re alone or if something is creeping just beyond their vision. And when the paranoia finally takes over, when they can no longer trust even their own shadows…" I turned back to face him. "That’s when I’ll strike." Rico didn’t respond right away. He was watching me carefully, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed. "You always were the patient type."

Isabella Conti thought she was safe until Dante Moretti arrived. Handsome, lethal, and impossibly dominant, he doesn’t just want her he wants revenge. Their families’ past is stained with blood: Isabella’s father killed Dante’s father, and Dante’s father murdered Isabella’s aunt. Now, desire and revenge collide. Every heated touch, every possessive kiss, draws Isabella deeper into Dante’s world a world where passion is punishment, and surrender comes at a dangerous cost. Can she resist the man who wants her body and to make her pay or will their deadly past consume them both?