Desire Eyes Novels & Stories

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

Finally, I find my voice, letting the words drip with disdain. "Why don't you put that talented mouth to better use and make yourself useful for once, Bianchi?" Our eyes meet in a searing glare, the undeniable spark crackling between us... The air feels thick and charged as we glare at each other, daring the other to be the first to break. Marco's eyes are twin blazes of whiskey-colored challenge, flickering with that same reckless spark he shows on the track. Without thinking, I let my gaze drop to study the almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest, the bead of sweat tracing a maddening path along the corded tendons of his neck...

I hum in approval before I start playing with her full beasts. "Please," She whispers. I meet her eyes, a fire burning in her eyes. I have freakish desires. I admit it, but for all I know, she might be a bit more of a freak than me. My hand traces over her belly and down into the fold of her inner thigh. Her mouth drops open, and as my fingers slide down to her clit, she sucks in a breath. My fingers are rolling over my clit. I slip my fingers inside her, making her moan. "Oh, baby," I mumble. "You're fucking soaked." I lift my fingers out. They're completely covered in my juices, a bead trailing down the side of my fingers. I bring them to his lips, and she watches with anticipation as I

The Omegas froze in their tubs, washcloths dripping, petals clinging to their skin. “You do not touch or hold him unless he commands it. Never meet his gaze—your eyes stay lowered. No screaming, no matter the pain or pleasure. You will never be on top—your place is beneath him, always. And when he is satisfied, you leave immediately, silently, without lingering.” Her emerald eyes glinted, scanning each face. Scarlett’s honey-brown gaze burned with restrained fury, her slow scrubbing a quiet rebellion, the welt on her calf throbbing in the warm water.

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

I sobbed, my vision dissolving into white light. "Please what?" he teased, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers by morning. "Do you want me to stop? Do you want to go back to being the quiet little Omega who doesn't look anyone in the eye?" "No," I choked out, my fingers digging into his back, drawing thin red lines across his bronze skin. "Never."

He lifts his eyes to meet mine and I am suspended in a thin line between wanting to say something or remaining speechless. He is so beautiful. His chocolaty eyes shine when the moonlight falls over his pupils. I notice the golden streaks around them, admiring the way they comprehend him. His sharp features, the aquiline nose, and the light stubble decorating his face suck me in. His lips look so kissable that I just want to taste them one more time. He is so close. If I move a little, I can cup his face between my hands and move my fingers through his hair as our lips clash under the moonlight. The thought feels unfriendly in a situation like this when we are both desperate to have a way out

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

Past Before six years Deep blue eyes stared into silver gray eyes where she can clearly see her reflection. "Is it necessary to always confess in words?" He mischievously asked her. On her answer, those blue eyes sparkled in smiling. "No, it's not necessary every time. But what about my heart which always wants to listen to this single word from your mouth." He said taking her delicate wrist in his strong hands. "Your these words give peace to my heart that's why my love. Have some mercy on my poor heart and tell it how much you love me."

I bite my lip as Rex walked away and grabbed a glass of water. "What! Woah, no one told me you were so cute. Primrose ya? I heard from mom. Nice to meet you babe" I was suddenly pulled in a big tight hug. I moan in pain as he lets go and smiles at me. His big frame looming over me like a cupboard. I noticed he had really big brown eyes, His was the shade of strawberry blond. But in a natural way. "I am Alex. You can call me whatever you like-" I smiled at his sweet voice and his nice greeting until he grabbed my chin pulling me to look at him.