Desire On Soi 6 Novels & Stories

I looked up to meet his gaze again. He made his way to his feet and knelt in front of me, taking both my hands in his. “Even if you’re not this Moonborn, I still want you as my mate. There is just something about you that I want, no need to know. I want to know you and I want to be with you.” I looked at him with surprise, “Ronan, you hardly know me, and we were chosen for each other by some mystical being. Don’t you find that-“

I can't stop my eyes from holding contact with him when he moves on top of me. “Starting this evening, you'll yearn for my hands, touching every part of your body, touching your delicate skin. You'll be addicted to my kisses and you'll be craving every deep thrust that only I can give you.” His kisses lingered on my neck down to my chest, I felt him sucked my nipple, then his lips went up to my ear, “This is a vow of desire, my wife.”

Skye turned to her, eyes narrowing; she shook her head vehemently, eyes wide with warning. He shrugged off her hand with quiet force and climbed the short steps. The flowers crunched softly under his boots as he reached the platform, coming to stand beside Dixon, ready to demand the Alpha’s attention. The scent of lilies grew stronger, cloying and sweet, mingling with something colder beneath. His gaze fell to the slab—and the woman that laid upon it. A figure on the slab that stole his breath momentarily.

Mirabel’s voice chimed from the other end. “Mira,” Susan’s sobbing tone resonated through the line. “Susan, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Panic tinged Mirabel's voice. “I want to die, Mira.” “No, don’t say that! You’re not dying. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come right away.” “No, I can’t! I want to end my life; I can’t do this anymore.” Susan pressed down on the accelerator, her heart racing. “Goodbye, Mira.” She hurled the phone onto the seat.

We share the remaining ice cream and eventually get to the other pastries when he says, “Vanessa, I find you very intriguing and different. I want to see what this is. Like I said before, this is not a game, I know what I want and I go for what I want.” “So what are you saying, Anderson.” I ask with bated breath. “I want to pursue you. Only you.” He says intently. “So what do you say?” What else could I say to that? I was really interested in Anderson and I’ll be lying if I said there wasn’t something here. I’d also like to see what that is. “I’d like that very much.” I say with a small smile. “You should probably call me Nessa, all my friends do.”

I will do everything to achieve my desire to be the Luna of the Pack! "Prepare yourself, and go to my bed!" Alpha Gregory ordered me.

"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.

His one hand then wrapped both my wrists above my head. "Say what your desire is, Sofia," he whispered huskily. I bit my lower lip before I met his burning eyes. I gasped, feeling how his finger explored my tight femininity. "Say it." "Fine!" I breathed out. "Fine, I want to feel you --- inside me." The side of his lips rose. "Very well said, Sofia. Your desire is my command."

Dante commanded. “Please… sirs… let me come… own me forever…” They allowed it—orgasm ripping through, untouched, as they filled me—hot, claiming, marking me in the heart of apocalypse. We collapsed together—panting, entwined—while the switch reached zero. But nothing happened. The beeping stopped. The device went dark. Sofia laughed—soft, triumphant. “It was never real. The codes? Bluffs. The nukes? Decoys. I needed you to choose. To submit. To me. To the family.”

His skin was hot and slightly rough, the physical reality of the man she’d come to desire despite all her own intellect’s warnings. Lorenzo laid her back against the pillows, his body covering hers with a dominance Sofia not only accepted, but craved. His hands, so accustomed to signing commands, now explored her curves with a hunger bordering on desperation. He undressed her with swift movements, his lips never leaving hers, until nothing remained between them but the naked truth of their desires.