Desire Novels & Stories

Skye I used to think desire was something other people had. Not that I lacked it entirely—I understood it in theory, had felt versions of it at various points. But the particular kind I'd read about in the novels I'd been consuming since I was a teenager, the kind that lives in the body and doesn't require coaxing or telling yourself that this is fine, this is enough— I had filed that away. Not with grief, exactly. More with the pragmatism of someone who's learned to want what's available.

Instead, he said, “Then don't decide today.” She looked at him. “I don't want you to choose me because I've been useful to you,” he continued. “And I don't want you to stay because you're afraid of what happens when you stand on your own. If we become something more, I want it to be because you want me—not because you owe me.” The honesty left her without an immediate answer. She had spent years being valued for what she could provide: loyalty, labor, a respectable marriage, a useful connection. Andrew was asking her to want him freely.

HIS WANTS """Her glance was a mixture of desire and timidity, he didn't want to judge her according to her actions, for the years he had been stalking her, In her room. He only wanted to cherish this moment. . He pressed his hand into the smaller of her back and pulled her still closer, causing the lower part of his body to twitch in excitement and yearning for this little woman. He was aware of his male hardness swelling inside his tight breeches, his male hardness was strained like a mad thing to get ever close, he wants to be fully sated between her legs.

“Is this part of the experiment?” “Desire works both ways.” He said as he moved his waist a little closer to her mouth. “Now you are slick and really nicely wet, but I want you to get my cock wet as well.” “Suck you off?” she asked as she met his eyes. “At least put it in your mouth and get it slick.” He said. “You see, there are some patients I would never touch them on their breasts or even their pussy’s if I didn’t have to. But their mouths are a different story. They look like they could give the best head.”

He slammed his lips over mine once again as my arms tightened around his neck instinctively. Reaching around, he rubbed the cleft between my legs and trailed his lips down my neck. Goosebumps! When he withdrew his hand my skin longed for his touch. I couldn’t deny the fervent way my body reacted to him. My body wanted him as much as my head wanted to stay away from him. His lips sucked hard leaving hickeys, my whole body trembled at the sensation. It felt so good. My core moistened with need. The desire flowing between us grew with his forceful touch.

I don't understand what's wrong with me, since Monday I haven't stopped thinking about Camille, her image comes to my mind every moment, remembering the smoothness of her skin, her fresh and natural face, her curves under her wide clothes, they have me Desperate, I would like to make her mine, but it is something that cannot be, I do not even know her well, but I want to have her in my bed, under my sheets, I do not understand, I refuse to believe that this is happening to me, I am a committed man and I refuse to lack my values. I get out of bed, thinking about Camille now I have ten minutes less of my exercise routine, I lift my sheets and see how thinking about her causes me a reaction, my

Ruth replied. "I'm glad you liked it. I took extra time to design it. I don't know if you're a girly girl or just a girl so I chose white and black for the interior mixing both professional and casual"Ava gushed excitedly while advancing towards the bed. She sat down on it and tapped the empty space gently "come sit" Ruth walked towards her and sat down beside her. Ava took her hand and said "listen, I'm so sorry about your parents. I know you must be feeling so much pain inside you".

Desire is the unwavering commitment to face adversity as a united front, drawing strength from their shared love. The beauty of desire in a long-lasting relationship is that it evolves, adapts, and deepens with time. It's a testament to their enduring love, resilience, and commitment. Through the journey of life, desire between a couple grows from a tender spark to a steady, comforting flame, illuminating their path as they continue to walk hand in hand.

It's not just determination or control—it's desire, raw and unbridled. My breath catches in my throat as the realization hits me like a wave crashing over me. I had misjudged him and misunderstood his intentions entirely. The heat in his eyes speaks volumes, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the air feels charged with an electrifying tension, a palpable longing that hangs heavy between us. Despite my initial fear and confusion, a part of me can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through me at the sight of him, boundless desire mirrored in his gaze.

I moaned under his touch as his hand moved down my thigh, caressing every inch of my skin as I grabbed his hair. The kiss was growing into something more aggressive in that state of act. We both couldn’t control what we were feeling. But after a lot of struggles, we pulled apart. “You’re sweet, Hailey. I’ll have to control my thirst for you.” Jace winked as he smiled. “What if I say, don’t?” “What do you mean?” “What if I say that I don’t need you to control your thirst around me? What if I say that I...I...that I want you.”