Desire Books Novels & Stories

“This is destroying me inside. I feel like the worst mother in the world. Every time I look at Lila, I see the daughter I’m betraying. But when I’m with you… I feel alive again. I feel wanted. Desired. Seen. And I hate myself for how much I need that.” Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly, burying my face in her hair as she trembled against me. We stood like that for a long time in the hallway, just holding each other while the rain continued to fall outside. There was no rush this time. No frantic tearing of clothes. I kissed her slowly, deeply, pouring every complicated emotion I felt into it — the guilt, the desire, the growing love th

“Something beyond duty.” A small ache stirred unexpectedly in Loren’s chest. The Prince deserved the love he had grown up believing was possible. He was kind, gentle, and she suspected, unhappy in a way the court did not permit him to confess. She liked him. He was someone she could learn to respect, perhaps even care for deeply. She wondered if that would be enough. She wondered if their marriage would always feel like a polite arrangement. She wondered if she would ever know desire again. She looked back at the Prince, who sat watching dragonflies hover above the pond, a faint smile on his lips. Loren found herself wishing she could want him. That she could meet kindness with passion, inst

Skye I used to think desire was something other people had. Not that I lacked it entirely—I understood it in theory, had felt versions of it at various points. But the particular kind I'd read about in the novels I'd been consuming since I was a teenager, the kind that lives in the body and doesn't require coaxing or telling yourself that this is fine, this is enough— I had filed that away. Not with grief, exactly. More with the pragmatism of someone who's learned to want what's available.

Yet as she gazed at the glittering city lights below, a deep emptiness settled in her chest. She had everything a woman was supposed to want: a successful career, a beautiful home, and a husband who provided financial security. Damien, her husband of twelve years, was a brilliant surgeon whose demanding schedule left little room for intimacy. Their sex life had slowly faded into routine, passionless encounters that left her unsatisfied and yearning for more every single time. She craved to be touched with real hunger, to be desired so intensely that she lost control. But in her marriage, she felt invisible.

I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress. "You just can't resist, can you?" Jeremy's voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to rebuke him, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch. Before I could utter a word, he captured my lips in a ravishing kiss, leaving me breathless. In his kisses, I could feel desire and longing, mingled with his dominance and arrogance. Part of me yearned for it to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to halt him.

"I can't learn because I always want more and more of you every time. Now let's go before I end up undressing you." Her words ignited a fire of desire within me, but I knew I had to control my desire. With great effort, I pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Let's... let's go," I replied, my voice strained with restraint as I tried to quell the rising desire.

The orgasm was close. Both hers and me. I felt my whole body shuddering, becoming that sôfrega mass of conflicting sensations. I closed my eyes by ecstasy, still moving against Jessy, going in and out, pushing and banging our hips. The desire went up, but when he was about to be released, I changed my movements. I wanted to prolong that feeling. I wanted the desperation to free us to be so much that when it happened, we would have already reached the peak of our souls.

Her eyes widened as she read it: Discipline and Passion: A Journey of Balance. Her mouth fell open. “Julian… is this...?” “My book,” he confirmed, his voice quiet but firm. “Published today.” Her fingers traced the title, her heart swelling. “It’s beautiful. But...this title...” He looked at her with steady eyes. “It was inspired by you. Everything I wrote, Olivia, was shaped by watching you grow. By watching you fight, and stumble, and rise again.” She blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. “You mean… I inspired your book?”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.” My breath shook as his fingers traced over my lips, and I instinctively parted them, a needy sound slipping from my throat. My pulse thundered loudly in my ears, every sensible thought screaming at me to stop before things went too far. But the way he looked at me, like I was temptation itself made it impossible to pull away. No man had ever looked at me with such raw desire… such devotion. And that made me want to abandon every belief I had ever held onto. Just for tonight, I wanted to know what it truly felt like to be wanted.

We did the project and even lost track of time. Our heads snapped to the door as we heard the door creak open, and in comes Daniel. Holding his books in one hand and probably dinner in the other. "Woah, I didn't know we had a guest. Who is this beautiful damsel?" He asked. "Keep your eyes off her Daniel." I warned him, mainly because he has a girlfriend and she has anger issues. She would skin Scarlet alive if she found out he called her a beautiful damsel. "Relax Fabian, I won't touch your girl." He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed.