Desire Untamed Novels & Stories

I touch his neck, spreading my legs wider. He breaks the kiss, and in the heat of the silence, he stares into my eyes. I can see the burn of desire burning in his pupils. His breath is haggard, and I watch as his eyes lower to my chest. “If I don't take you now…” I nod, “I understand.” I push my back off the wall, and turn around. He undoes my zipper, and then turns me back to face him. As soon as he places his tongue on my nipple, I feel the tension roll off my body.

"You’re afraid of what we’ll find." He didn’t deny it. Something shifted between us then an unspoken understanding. I had always seen Nathaniel as someone untouchable, like he walked above the rest of us with his sharp eyes and unreadable expression. But sitting across from him now, watching the tension in his jaw and the way his fingers gripped the coffee cup like he was holding something back, I realized something. He wasn’t untouchable. He was just guarded. And for the first time, I wanted to know why.

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

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”

Desire, raw, unfiltered, impossible desire. I was tired of being the nice, timid girl. The one who always stayed quiet, who always let him control the room, the mood, the moments. I was done being polite. Done bending around his presence like I didn’t exist on my own terms. I pushed myself upright in the tub, water cascading over my shoulders, my chest heaving. My hair dripped down my back in dark, wet strands. I stared at him, fully vulnerable, and yet the fire in my eyes burned hotter than my naked skin.

Desire doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t knock politely on the door of your carefully built congruence and wait to be invited in. It arrives unannounced—warm, persuasive, familiar. And unlike chaos, desire feels good. That’s what makes it dangerous. Alignment is easy to protect from what clearly harms you. It’s much harder to defend against what tempts you to abandon yourself quietly. I feel it before I name it. A shift in my body. A softening.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

It never did. The cell door opened. Inspector Jones walked in. He closed the door behind him. He looked at me sitting on the floor. “You asked to see me,” he said. I pushed myself up a little. My face was hot. I could not hide how hard I was. The outline was clear. “I need you to fuck me,” I said. My voice came out rough. “In the ass. Please.” He stared at me with furrowed brows. “What?” “The curse,” I said. “It makes me like this. If I do not get fucked I will stay like this for hours. It hurts. I already used a cleaning spell on myself. My ass is not dirty. You can check if you want. Just please do it.”

Every time his breathing sped up and his hips twitched, she slowed down or stopped completely, stroking him lazily with her hand while she looked up at him. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I want you desperate.” Kai’s legs shook slightly. His hands stayed in her hair, gentle but tense. “Elena… please. I need more.” She stood up slowly, her robe hanging completely open now. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples hard from the cold and arousal. She lifted one toned leg and rested her foot on the lower part of the stone railing, opening herself to him. “Your turn,” she said. “Get on your knees and taste your boss.”

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”