Desire Books Novels & Stories

“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.

I lay in bed, hand hovering over my pussy, tempted to touch but his rule echoed: That's mine now. Instead of touching myself, I replayed the day, the power he wielded, the way my body responded. Ambition had led me here, but desire was chaining me tighter. The board meeting was tomorrow, a public facade hiding the private surrender. What would he demand next? And why did the thought make my pulse race?

“Quick he's loosing so much blood!” And . Darkness… Desiree's POV I was sitted in a garden with a beautiful book in my hands, that I found on my way to the garden , this beautiful green gardens had a bench where I could sit, I sat there and began reading the book. It was a romance novel talking about two lovers who couldn't reach one another, they knew each other deeply but they just couldn't seem to hold hands in reality, their realities clashed. As I read, I had this great urge to look up and I saw the most beautiful human ever, he walked up to me in his very beautiful bicycle.

And I can’t wait to know your favourite scene in this book. At the end, I want to say that I’m working on my next books. It’s going to be a forbidden Desire series, which will have three books. Love Mehak❤️

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and I made a sound I’d never made before, desperate and needy. “So responsive,” he praised softly, his breath hot against my neck. “So beautiful.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and the world tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, gasping as he touched me exactly where I needed him. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, learning what made me tremble. “Look at me,” he commanded quietly. I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw desire I saw there made me dizzy. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster now, more purposefully. “Don’t look away.”

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

Her wet thighs slid apart with little conscious effort, and she sighed when the cloth went between them. She knew now that a crisis of some kind was approaching, an unknown pinnacle of physical sensation. Every part of her was filled with a deep, sweet yearning, laden with a hunger that she couldn’t quite define. Maybe this was the ‘desire’ the books spoke of: the rapture, the very transports of passion? It seemed almost incomprehensible that she should feel it with these women when the idea of a man made her shudder, and yet somehow she was helpless to resist.

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."