Desire For Love Novels & Stories

Not just be swayed by the physical bond. I want her to smile at me like she does Colin, to pull me close and lift eagerly on her toes for my kiss…to tease and flirt and hum happily as she walks away. I want it all. Not just the one night. Gripping my hair and sinking into the chair as the realization hits me, I groan. I want the girl that I rejected. I want her to be mine and only mine…and I have no idea how to make that happen. And I fear I’m too late to make that happen even if I tried.

"So you think your presence here is the reason you haven't been ousted from here? Have you lost your mind, Chloe? What do you plan on doing with yourself exactly?" "I just want to be loved right by Leo. When that is achieved I would definitely follow my dreams and push to get better." Inhaling sharply, Desire felt a slight ache coming to her forehead. It felt like Chloe has been hypnotized or her sanity isn't in the right state. Swallowing the rest of her wine she stood up. “You are leaving already?" Chloe asked an obvious question. Desire rolled her eyes. “Thank your stars that I love you so much, Chloe. If that wasn't the case I would have slapped some actual sense into that head of yours.

Desire, deep and insatiable, coursed through me, focusing my entire being on the man before me. At that moment, I realized the depth of my feelings for Ky. It wasn't just want or need but something far more profound. I loved him with an intensity that defied words, a love that had woven itself into the very fabric of my soul. And as he stood there, a silhouette of strength and desire, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, in every way possible.

Vivian's voice was low and emotional like it was meant for him to understand her just by the sound of her voice. "Confess?" James was confused. What could she wanted to confess about that could make her so serious? "James, I..... I really like you. So much." She was holding his gaze as she professed her love for him. James smiled,taking it with levity. "I like you too. You're a good friend." "But I want to be more than that, James. I want to be your wife. I want us to get married."

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.

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”

she said, just as thunder rumbled in the distance. "I’m only here to ask you one question," the familiar voice replied. "What is it?" "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," the voice implored, causing her to exhale deeply. "How many times do I have to say it? I don’t love you!" "I don’t believe that. Look me deep in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for me." She sighed and lifted her gaze to meet his. The light sparkled, igniting the depth of their connection. They were drawn to one another, unable to look away, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

I often wonder what is love, Nicholas—I thought I loved you before the war—but, of course, I She then stood up and drew closer to me when she realized what she had said. "That was cruel of me; I didn't mean to be that way; I love you as a sister deeply and always." "Sister Nina!—to be sure, let us return to treasure—perhaps the contention has killed it—or it has made everything, perhaps it now licenses a fragile, delightfully refined you to esteem two men." "We have become so obfuscated—she puffed smoke rings at me—one man doesn't seem to fulfill the

“I love this…” His hand snaked over my ass and to the curve in my back. His fingers felt the top of my ass to the middle of my spine. My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love this.” How could I say anything like that to a man like him? How could I feel this burning chemistry between us? I shouldn’t desire him. I shouldn’t feel myself get wet when I sat on his dick. I should be demanding to be set free.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.