Desire Novels & Stories

> He had been carrying desire for three weeks and had been routing it through the framework of grief and jealousy and the injured party and all of it had been real, all of it had been genuine, and none of it had been the actual thing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The actual thing was desire. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The desire to know what it felt like to be seen the way Eve had been seen, to have someone look at him and find the actual person rather than the designed function, to reach and be reached for in return by something that had chosen him rather than been assigned to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He did not

All the things that happened in his life when can never hide pain that he have felt all over these years. For once in his life, he tried to do something that is really a thing that he wanted to do. For once in his life, he acted as someone who would be eager to make something on his mind. For once in his life, he became someone who had a desire. A kind of desire that is not for love. A kind of desire that is not for material object. A desire not for a kind of position. A kind of desire that is not for power. These are also not somet

Sin With Me Intro- Wicked desire is the most sensors but yet dangerous feeling any couple or sex partners can possess. Drake's P.O.V It’s a good thing you’re persistent other I wouldn't have looked your way,” she murmured affectionately as she started to move away. Those words stirred something in him, and he slid his hand around the back of her neck, drawing her mouth right back to his for a hot, deep, hungry kiss that conveyed his desire for her and the feelings of undeniable need she evoked whenever he was with her.

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.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

Adam Desiree was perfect for me. When she passed out, I wasn't happy, but I knew how intense a claiming was, so I let her sleep for an hour and soon I had to have her again. I spread her legs and went back in with my cock. Desiree woke up moaning. I felt her all over me. Her scent filled my senses, and I felt complete. I fucked her like a mad wolf. I had restrained myself for months, all leading to this. I intended to take my fill and satisfy my wolf, but as I pumped and she moaned my name, I knew I would never get enough of her. Her reaction to me was driving me crazy. I felt like a wild animal. She had unleashed the beast in m

At least I hope that's not the case. Ark holds my gaze. “Soon enough, they will be fearing you." I shiver. "I truly hope so." I stare at into the flames. All I want for myself is to feel powerful, and not in the sense of my societal rank. I want what Ark has…people admire him, they envy him. "I still hate you, by the way,” I remind him, in case he figured this intimate conversation meant anything. He smiles. "I know."

They say, 'there is unequivocally no shame in being hungry for another person. Because, desire is simply the very nature of the universe itself. And, in desire to happen, it should start with a sparkling tension. The kind of tension anyone would burn instantly if they come closer and closer'.

but I really want him, so badly , desperately. it's like a feeling of wanting him but not in a sexual way, but in a internal way. I just want to touch his skin to appreciate how smooth it feels. hug him and live in his warmth of body. smell his scent and ruffle his soft hairs. look into his eyes while hearing his deep voice and sock in his presence like it's physically impossible to have someone like him.

But how long can I resist before I am consumed by the flames of my own desire? I close my eyes, allowing myself to envision her lying there, her beauty illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. I imagine the curve of her lips, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she takes. And despite my best efforts to suppress it, desire courses through me like a raging torrent.