Novel & Cerita Desire Books

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment.

🍆👑Chapter 1👑🍆 I have never desired a woman. Not once in my thirty-two years have I looked at the soft curves of a lady’s body and felt true hunger. Breasts, wide hips, the sweet scent between a woman’s thighs, they do nothing for me. I have fucked women before, of course. A king must produce heirs, after all. But every time I buried myself in a warm, wet pussy, my mind wandered somewhere else. I finished the job out of duty, never out of real need.

“Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?” “No.” She replied and he nodded as he tapped his fingers repeatedly on the table. “I will ask again. What was the book about?” “BDSM.” She replied sharply. “And what does it mean?” “Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism.” She replied and he nodded. “Good. What else do you understand about BDSM culture according to the book you read?”

Never felt this desperate to have someone, to break through their walls, to make them want me the way I wanted them—to let me suck him dry, to bend over for him anytime, anywhere. And I had two days until I saw him again. Two days to plan, to prepare, to figure out how to make Professor Romans lose that infuriating control. I reached for my Book of Forbidden Desires and started writing.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

“What burdens you?” I exhaled slowly, the sound loud in the silence. “I met a woman. She helped me. Out of kindness. Now all I think about is lust for her.” A shaky inhale on the other side. The faint rustle of fabric, the soft creak of her shifting weight. “Perhaps she… likes being desired.” “I was taught to repay kindness with kindness. But my kindness pales next to my desire. I want her to know what I think when I look at her.”

Neither pulled away immediately. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” “You’re not.” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Working on the essay?” “Trying to.” She clutched the book to her chest like a shield. “Your question today about denial… it got me thinking. Sometimes acknowledging desire is scarier than pretending it doesn’t exist.” The words hung heavy. Julian’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she meant. The tension that had been building for weeks was suddenly palpable in the small room.

I moaned softly in pleasure and desire . Crap! I fucking have desires for him. His one hand pulling my hairs softly gave him more access to my neck and cleavage . His other hand went under my skirt up to my bare thigh. I gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin between my legs . His feather like touch made my clit craving more . He started drawing circles over the thin material of my slit . His mouth never left my neck . Sucking and licking . His finger went inside me . My walls tighten around his two fingers . He started slowly in and out . Making me moan loud.