Desire One Piece Novels & Stories

It was down to her waist but I was not sure because she was lying flat on the floor and I was on top of her. Her soft slender hand gripped my forearm, my muscles rippled at her contact. She was more beautiful than the description of Aphrodite and Psyche. She parted her soft luscious lips when my sculpted chest shifted against her soft feminine front. I smirked at her. Fuck! I want to have her. I want to feel the taste of those plum little petals which were her lips.

“Catherine, you don’t know what you’re asking for. You’re putting yourself in danger, and I won’t let that happen.” “Damon!” I took a step toward him desperately. “You can’t just decide what’s best for me! I want to be here. I want to stand by my mate!” At that moment, the beast howled in fury, straining against the bonds, its eyes flashing with wild energy. I could feel the tension radiating from it as a powerful force threatened to unleash chaos. “Hey!” I called out, reaching out my hand toward it. “I’m right here! You’re not alone!”

“Keep you. “You see, as shocking as this is, I still don’t have a mate, Sasha. It’s not because of a lack of interest from others, of course. I’ve yet to meet a woman who wouldn’t be happy to be with me. “Rather, it’s because I’m picky. I want a strong mate, a woman who can lead a pack. I want a mate who will be submissive to me but won’t back down to others. “I want you, Sasha. I want you to be my mate.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He can’t be serious. He slaughtered my whole pack. How can he think I’d ever be his mate? “I’ll make you my queen,” he continues, seemingly unaware of how delusional everything he says is. “You’ll have everything. I’ve already proven the strength of my pack

Damian had a look of resignation in his eyes, and I found myself wanting to nip at my bottom lip in response. It usually helped me think, but I couldn't do that if said lip was being caressed so sweetly by him. “I want you,” Damian mumbled, his voice almost like a soft whisper. “I want you so bad, Nia. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I swallowed thickly, my throat bobbing up and down as I held his gaze, struggling for words. “I–” “I want every single part of you. I want you for myself, and myself only,” he confessed. “I'm a selfish person, Nia. When I have something I like within my reach, I never let go.”

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

I was sitting beside the ideal man I wanted to date, a respectable person who valued family the same way I did, but I didn’t want it to go anywhere. The smart thing to do would be to forget about Dante and sleep with Damian as many times as possible to get Dante out of mysystem but I didn’t want Dante kiss or his touch. I wanted a man so wrong for me. “I really want to kiss you.” Damian broke the silence with his deep voice. “The way the flames are illuminating your face, you look so beautiful and instead of telling you that, I would normally just do it, but something is telling me you don’t want me to. Am I wrong?”

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.”

"I know this would be too much for you, but can you wait for me? I will make sure to come back here alive and run towards you. We need to end things to ensure the safety of the people. Don't worry, we have a lot of backups, and our team made good weapons to use. We will win the battle in no time. Can you wait for me? Just give me months. If I did not go back for months and had to wait a year, then find a new one. I do not want you to wait for nothing." "Why are you saying that you might be unable to return?" I asked. "I can wait. I will wait. You waited for me, and I can do the same for you too. As long as you return to me, there is no problem." I answered. I waited for the wrong person befo