Desire Me If You Can Novels & Stories

~Kiva I stare down at the folded piece of paper on my vanity, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. How exactly this got here, I don’t even want to know. I suspect I know who wrote it, as I carefully pick it up, laying it flat to examine the hurried print. I need to see you, Kiva. I’ve been a terrible disappointment to you. The last thing I desire is to kill you, or to hurt you. I need you to trust me.

I wanted to make her mine immediately. "May I touch," I said between growls, and she giggled. "Club policy, Alpha, no touching." She said, and I realised I had come to punish myself. How the fuck would I survive this? "I want to touch my woman," I said, and she turned towards me, still on the floor. Her knees up, she opened her legs and wagged her index finger.

How I miss my old self. "Eat. You'll get prettier," said Klyde when the waiter walks away. I rolled my eyeballs again and started eating. I was in the midst of appreciating the taste of the dish when a thought popped up to my mind. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait!!! Is this--- perhaps... a date?!?! I swallowed hard and looked up to him. He paused eating and stared at me too. "What?" he asked. No doubt that Klyde Aero Morrison has this unbeatable charm and charisma. The way he stands, the way he talks, the way he eats, the way he stares, the way he looks--- everything on him is just so perfect. The real ideal man of every woman in the world.

"I said I want you." She made an attempt to leave but could not,so she groaned, "James!" She should not let what she was cooking to get burnt. "What? Is it a crime to want you? You are so not romantic. You don't even call me pet names. Everything is James," he pouted and whined like a baby. Joyce laughed out loud. She could not believe her ears. "James– I mean – What pet name should I even call you?" she laughed. "Look, that food is going to burn."

I wanted it so badly. Right now it was my need along with desire. Shall I give in?

Very slowly she was taking steps and came and stood behind him. "My life is like that dark night completely silent and black." He can sense her presence so he said without turning back to her. Hadia who was lost in staring at him came back to her senses on his speaking abruptly. She can feel his presence in the same way he also does. "I want to become light in your dark life. Just give me an opportunity." On his broad muscular arm, she puts her delicate hand. Wadan slightly turned his head towards her to gaze at her but he stay rooted in his place.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

I breathe. The room is filled with unbridled desire, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

She moved around and picked another one in front of me. "It's not possible for Damien to never desire you, you just need to step up your game and the first thing you need to do is to make him realise that"

I miss her I want her, No I need her. But I can’t reach for her. Not until I get my world under control. Not until I’m someone who deserves her again. So I sit there, alone in the dark trying, wanting to call her, but utterly unable to lift the phone.