Desire Me If You Can Novels & Stories

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

“I want to trust you, Damon. But it’s hard when you keep treating me like a prisoner.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not a prisoner.” “Then prove it,” I uttered, just enough to sound convincing. “Untie me at least.” He hesitated, his grip tightening on the edge of the tray. “I don’t know if I can do that.” “You can,” I pressed gently. “You said you care about me, right? Then just do it. Please,my hands are red and sore already. It's only a matter of time before they be one paralyzed.”

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

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.

Desire crackled between us like live wire. He took another step forward. I didn’t move back. Yes, I wanted to say. Yes, let’s get corrupted.

“Don't just defy me and you will never know.” Xalia found his reply confusing and she sighed. “It says here that you have a red room, and when I must always get there before you if I am ready to please you.” “Yes.” He replied and she breathed out. “That is all.” She said and he nodded. “Sign the first page.” He said and she did, he also did and then they both flipped to the next page, the next contained the equipment used in BDSM and she was to pick what she wanted. “We have gotten to the most important aspect of this, pick what you want to be used on you and note that you only have the right to reject ten things.” He said and she nodded.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Desire ignites like magma in my body, like a volcano erupting. I'm burning with a passion... I desire her with all my passion and desire, I want to fuck her, I've lost my mind, but I can't help feeling this way about her. All I wanted at this moment was to just give her a kiss, so she knows that my body desires her, and we won't let her go so easily, not for now. I know she desires me in the same way that I desire her, we can't resist what we feel, we both want more and more.

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

*singing* Why is it so hard for you To properly See me trying I get shocked to see How much I get hurt because of you My days are a struggle Even my dreams are painful If it was you How would it be If these crazy days became yours If you break down as much as me Will you know? All the pain that fills me To the point where my heart is about to explode How much I want you If it was you I would just love me If you break down as much as me Will you know?