Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

Dante leaned down slowly, his face coming dangerously close to mine, his presence consuming the air between us. “How much have you saved, Lilliana?” he asked, his voice dark, thick with something deeper—desire, possession, reverence. He was savoring the answer before I even gave it, his body humming with tension, as though the truth would shatter something inside him. A man like Dante Gallo never lacked attention. Women gravitated toward him like moths to a flame. They practically threw themselves at his feet. He was dangerous, beautiful, and powerful. Women wanted him, desired him, needed him.

Sadie slightly frown at his complement, it's just a complement but to Sadie, it seems to have a double complement. She doesn't like him, his intentions doesn't seems to be pure. James stared lustfully at her, the lust in his eyes could be visible to anyone that'd be around. Nathan is greedy! A beautiful lady like his wife isn't supposed to be married, she ought to be a public property. Seeing Sadie now rose his quest to eliminate Nathan. He will have all this beauty to himself by whatever means possible. " Thanks! What do I offer you? " Sadie asked changing the topic.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

“With one man… all three of us. He’s more than twice our age. He wants to fuck us raw and fill us with his cum. I’ve never even let a guy cum inside me before.” I felt a strange flutter low in my belly. Part of me was shocked by how blunt the offer was. Another part — a much darker, more curious part — was already imagining it. Mr. Caldwell was tall, broad-shouldered, and still handsome in that distinguished older-man way. His voice was deep and commanding, and the way he looked at us sometimes made me feel small and desired at the same time. “I know it sounds insane,” I said slowly, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. “But let’s be honest with ourselves. We’ve all flirted with h

He stepped forward, and the moonlight through the window finally hit him. Azrael was a god carved out of nightmare and desire. He was easily six-foot-five, his body a map of hard muscle and scarred bronze skin. He was buck naked, and he didn't give a damn. His cock was heavy and semi-erect, swaying slightly as he walked toward the edge of my chalk circle. His face was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that were nothing but glowing, molten gold. "You're real," I managed to breathe out, my hands clutching my thighs.

she said naively, but with that look that is enough to kill. As Adrian lifted his head to glare at the lady's pretty face, and he became seriously all of a sudden, but the sudden urge of making it a fun thing for the lady is one that can never be compared to it, and no matter what goes on, all that is now left for him to do is to meet up witha small understanding with the lady. "Tell me, Ava, did I meat the standard in the man you always wanted to have sex with? I mean, did I satisfy you?" the gentleman asked raising his brows quizzically at the young man.

The butterflies that danced in my stomach everytime he looked at me, I couldn’t describe the feeling any more perfectly than paralysing desire. Luciano was another thought altogether. I buried my head into my pillow as the realisation and guilt struck me. I liked two men, one who was the perfect gentleman, and another who was only there for my safety. While Luciano was the epitome of eligible bachelor, Giovanni was subtly caring, alluring but inaccessible all at once.

Truth “What do you want to do now?” Leaning across the table, I let my eyes flick down her body. I wanted her to be clear on what I wanted to do next, but I was going to take a leaf out of Gent’s book and be a gentleman and let her make the next move. It didn’t mean that I didn’t want her to know that my ultimate goal was to get her under me. Or on top of me. Either way was fine by me. Better than fine, actually. Even the thought made my dick twitch in my jeans.

That fucking bastard. Clenching his jaw, Gerald made his way towards Desiree’s office. Lena wasn’t at her desk, so he just knocked on the door and entered. Truly, Desiree was with Liam. They were sitting on the couch with Liam’s arms around her, and Gerald’s heart ached at the sight. “Did you miss your lessons on manners, Butler?” The bastard questioned, a mocking smirk on his face that Desiree couldn’t see. Ignoring him, Gerald looked down at Desiree, who was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

In the end, all I could do was to offer my escorting services, accompanying the man. My eyes suddenly peeked at his waist again. “You’re still hard?” I had to ask, even though I could clearly see it was still bulging. “It’ll be a while,” he said. “But we’re having a heart-to-heart convo,” I said in puzzlement, “Why are you still turned on?” He looked down at me like I was dubious. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re a walking bombshell, Ari. I will always have a desire for you, and it amplified with the attraction pull because you’re the Lady. Long story short, it is an immortal desire.”