Desire Me If You Can Novels & Stories

None. Juѕt gut іnѕtіnсtѕ and my fеаr. Mу desire fоr hеr has оnlу іntеnѕіfіеd аnd thе thought of another mаn tоuсhіng thаt bеаutіful soft ѕkіn mаkеѕ mе сrаzу.

The one who could crown me… or destroy me. I smiled, slow and sharp. My teeth ached for her. --- A shift in the soil. A crack in the silence. A voice—thin, human, desperate—filtered through the roots. > “I want him. All of him.” Ah. The little wolf. Her desire was a filthy, glittering thing. I could drink it for decades and never run dry. She thought she’d found me. But I had found her first. Desire like hers was the perfect shovel to dig me out.

“Tell me, how badly do you want it? How badly do you want me to make you cum” (I see you take a hard gulp ,your Adam’s apple bobbed ,your face a faint shade of pink ,your skinny frame looming over mine ,your eyes half shut with desire ,your bulge in your pants straining your zipper,you manage to croak out the answer…”I want you so badly..”) I bite my lip, a low moan escaping as I feel your desire. My hands move to your chest, pushing you back until you hit the desk. I straddle you, my thighs squeezing your hips.

he said, his tone dipping into that commanding timbre that always made my knees weaken, “everything about you pleases me. But if you want to serve me in small rituals, then yes. It would please me deeply.” I felt a flutter low in my stomach. “Then I want it.” He leaned back, studying me as though I’d just handed him a secret. “Do you see how powerful it is, voicing what you want?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s terrifying.” “And intoxicating,” he countered. “Desire isn’t a weakness, Cassie. It’s an offering. And when you name it, you give me the honor of answering it.” My throat tightened. “You make it sound like poetry.”

Desire. Gods curse me, gods damn me—I feel it blooming like poison roses in my chest, curling through my veins, hotter and heavier with every heartbeat. That pull. That ache. That silent plea my soul keeps screaming no matter how many times I say never again. The bond. It’s alive now, burning like wildfire under my skin, and every flicker of its heat drags me closer to the edge of something I swore I’d never fall into again. I slam the door shut, lean against it, and press the heels of my hands into my eyes.

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

Mira was finishing the eastern check with the focused efficiency of a ten-year-old who treated real work as real. She thought about love that didn't know how to say so. About distance and the closing of it and what it cost and what came through when the closing happened. She thought about the summit hall and the wine glass and three seconds of held gaze. She thought: yes. She thought: all the ways it finds itself. She turned back toward the camp.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

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I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to stop myself from pulling her in and kissing her. But when I accidentally touched her hands and smelled her perfume, my dick moved. I felt the running electricity just by our touch, my prolonged resistance has finally given way. I cannot take it anymore. The agony of not wanting to touch her is killing me. I wanted to devour her, to taste her sweet lips again. Yes, I have been wanting to taste her again. It’s like a fire ignited within my body when I felt Scarlett’s kiss again. My courage grew even stronger as Scarlett responded to every kiss I gave her, to every touch. The sight of her body illuminated by the moonlight only made my desire burn even