Desire Books Novels & Stories

I turned, just to see Desiree sitting on my study table, one of the books from my shelves in her hands. The she-wolf was actually very good with stealth. She really deserved the Gamma position given to her. I took one last gulp from my cup before setting it down on the small table beside me. Clasping my hands, I turned to face Desiree who had a deep frown on her face as she flipped through the pages of the book in her hands. I squinted my eyes, reading the front cover. It was one of the old texts depicting the fall of one of the wolf kingdoms.

he whispered against her lips, his breath warm, teasing. Her heart pounded, every rational thought slipping away. She didn’t want him to stop. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a hesitant kiss. Matteo didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until she felt like she was drowning in him. His lips were demanding, his touch both possessive and careful, as if he was holding himself back. She clutched at his shirt, needing to anchor herself, to remind herself that this wasn’t just another dream.

“It grounds me. It is like your heat drives the cold out of me. Do not stop.” Jake’s hand slid up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and when he brushed them with his fingertips, Sadira’s hips lifted instinctively from the bed. The vibrating energy around her shifted. The crackling softened, replaced by a deeper, pulsing rhythm, the rhythm of desire.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

"How delightfully confusing." The old woman smiled, and it wasn't entirely reassuring. "I prefer Cordy, dear. Less formal, don't you think?" She moved into the room with surprising grace for someone who had to be pushing ninety, heading straight for a section of shelves I'd never paid much attention to before. Her fingers traced along the book spines with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was looking for. "The curse," she said, withdrawing a slim volume bound in what looked suspiciously like human skin, "was cast by Moira Blackthorne in 1847."

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

I slowly moved my fingers, running them up and down my thighs, struggling with the urge to touch myself, to play with my clit. Right now what I feel is desire, want, and lust. My nipples were erect, throbbing painfully, seeking attention. Seeking his attention. Reaching up, I cupped my breast, catching my bright pink nipples between my fingers. I twirled the sensitive peak between my fingers slowly. Fuck. I want him so much; I want him to quench this fire, the feeling he has ignited within me. I wanted his massive cock to fill me, stretch my insides. Wanting to feel his cock thrusting into me, stretching me as deep as he could, I want to feel his lips on my lips, his tongue on my pussy, eati

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

I made a sudden turn, bringing myself to face him. Desire made his eyes glimmer as he stared down at my lips. His eyes were light brown and they had a mesmerizing effect on me. I felt myself drawn closer to him as my own desire clamored for control. Without hesitation, I gave in and parted my lips, offering it to him. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “You don't have to ask.”

Desire pulsed through my body, my nipples hardening, my pussy throbbing, and my body aching with an urgent need I couldn’t deny. All the longing I had tried to contain came rushing to the surface, impossible to suppress. Blake’s kiss was anything but gentle. It was raw, hungry and charged with the shock and heat of the moment. His mouth pressed against mine with a desperate urgency that twisted deep in my core. At first, I was frozen, too stunned to respond, my body stiff with tension. Slowly, a warmth began to spread through me, and I melted into him, my lips parting, matching the intensity of his kiss.