Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

And I'm being a gentleman" Tension snapping between them, he leaned closer, keeping his voice low and intimate. Raking a hot glance over her, he admitted, "And a gentleman doesn't come right out on a first date and tell a woman he wants to smother her beautiful nipples in sugar and then suck every bit of sweetness right out of her until she's begging to be taken." Emma gasped, but he was too far gone. Both his mouth and his body, which was now rock-hard beneath the table.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

I turned slowly, his words thick in the air between us. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that.” He took a step toward me, predatory. Confident. The dim lighting hit his body in all the right ways, carving definition into muscle, catching the glint in his wicked, knowing eyes. “But it’s true.” His voice softened, still low, still dangerous, but there was something else in it now. Cajoling. Like he was pulling me toward him, gently, almost sweetly. “I told you this evening,” he continued walking towards me. “I know what it looks like when a woman’s needs aren’t being met. I know what it feels like to be wanted… really wanted. You deserve that. Not some empty goodnight kisses and polite promises

“First I need to punish you for this infidelity. You know how wrong it is to fuck the butler whilst your husband is just downstairs in the hotel, don’t you?” I stare at him uncertainly, biting my lip… not knowing what to say. He’s right of course, this is entirely wrong. I should be ashamed or at least guilt-ridden and yet deep, overwhelming desire for this man overshadows any other emotions… As I consider how to respond, his cock throbs impatiently by my head. The urge to reach out and hold it makes me feel giddy. “…But sir – I want you so much. Please fuck me?” God, I am so desperate for him.

He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed. "I'm Daniel by the way," he said, stretching his hand out for her after dropping the things in his hands. "Scarlet." She whispered shyly, shaking his hand. He held her hands for sometime staring into her eyes. "Scarlet." He repeated obviously tasting the sound of her name on his tongue. "Nice to meet you, do you care for dinner?" He asked, pulling his hand back and pointing to the food he dropped on his desk. She checked her wrist watch and mumbled something under her breath before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, maybe next time. I have to go home now."

Oh, but Corentin was no ordinary man, was he? As a man, he could not help but feel a slight attraction to her, he was not sure if it was as strong as Raphael's feeling, but what he wanted was to look over this young lady. Why? What would he gain from it? He had no idea. All he knew was how he wanted to be close to her. Yes, it was quite a scandalous desire. It would be his first time trying to get himself close with an engaged woman. Now, he was in no way trying to break them apart, but at the same time, he wanted her. Maybe he was unable to have her physically. Still, he wanted to be close to her.

Desire swept me away, and I tilted my head back, lost in the sensation of my own touch. A low growl pulled me back to reality — a reminder that I wasn’t alone. When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into the face of the most beautiful demon I had ever seen. His body was tense, restrained, as if he were holding himself back and waiting. His gaze sought mine, and when our eyes met, he spoke with a quiet, knowing smile. “Are you close?” he asked, eyes gleaming. “The last two times I was closer…” I answered softly. His eyes narrowed — I must have said something wrong. “I’m sorry, my lord,” I added quickly, “I’ll try to please you better.”

Sleep had abandoned Lena that night. Every time she closed her eyes, Alexander Knight appeared—sharp suit, intense grey eyes, that dangerous air of command that both thrilled and terrified her. Her normally predictable world, one she had carefully arranged for stability and control, had been flipped upside down. He had ignited something inside her she couldn’t name, a mixture of desire, fear, and fascination that left her restless.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

But for her own amusement, she decided to list a few things. “A gentleman,” she said simply. He tilted his head. “What is that?” She turned to glance at him, startled. Did he really not know? “Well…” she was speechless and the beast thing was sinking deeper into her mind. “It is a man who is courteous and honorable. He is attentive, considerate, gallant, and well-mannered.” “Hmm… Does he have to be well-mannered with his woman?” Her heart skipped to her throat. “What do you mean?” She asked, feeling hot.