Desire Untamed Novels & Stories

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.

It was a reminder of the scars she carried, the wounds that had shaped her into the resilient woman she had become. Nysaa's heart brimmed with determination and anger as she prepared to confront Mace Sinclair. She despised men like him, men who used their wealth and power to oppress others. She had encountered her fair share of them in her tumultuous past, and she was having none of it this time.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

I knew what I wanted and, maybe if I persisted, I could convince him of that fact. “I know what I want,” I purred, “I want to be used like a toy… I want to be groped… I want to be used… I want the pain and the pleasure... I want cocks… Big cocks… lots of them.…As many as possible… Please.” As I begged and moaned, I got even more turned on by my own words. Just saying out loud my deep desires made me feel so hot. I rolled my eyes a little as I looked at Dan. I put my legs under my soft thighs and held my pussy lips open for him while I looked into his eyes.

“Over and over. All night long. Until you’re spraying like this faucet for me every time I touch you.” A shudder ripped through me, my pussy clenching helplessly at the promise. My lust wasn’t sated, it had only grown. I already wanted more, needed more, like he’d unlocked something inside me that could never be put back and Levi knew it. In one rough motion, he flipped me over, shoving my face into the mattress, my ass up high. My heart raced, and all I could think was that by the end of tonight, I wouldn’t be able to walk and I had never wanted anything more.

She saunters over, slipping an arm through mine with a grace that could be mistaken for warmth if you weren’t paying attention. “I’m glad you came,” she says, voice smooth as silk but with a hard edge. “It’s important you’re here, you know. People talk.” I nod, watching the way her gaze flickers with something more calculating than affectionate. We move through the crowd, Bianca introducing me to a few influencers who barely glance my way before turning back to their phones. I catch the flicker of annoyance in her eyes, but she masks it quickly. “People love fantasy, don’t they?” she murmurs, loud enough for me to hear. “They want the perfect couple, the perfect story.”

Her breathing was shaky, stomach jittery. “Strip, Wildfire,” I told her as I began to undress too. It’s time to explore her body. All mine. Her hesitation only fueled me. She wasn’t a woman who surrendered easily, and that was exactly why I wanted her so badly, because every inch she gave me, I knew she’d fought herself to do it. And when Demetria fought, she did it with fire. That’s why I called her Wildfire. She didn’t just burn, she consumed.

He used his teeth, his tongue, and the sheer, unyielding power of his body to strip away whatever was left of my pride. It was faster this time. Harder. He moved with a desperation that felt almost human, a frantic need to consume everything I was before the sun came up. I met him move for move, my hands clawing at his back, my legs wrapped so tight around him that I thought I’d break a rib. I wanted the pain. I wanted the mark. I wanted to be so full of him that there was no room for anything else.

A faint shiver ran through her, not from the temperature, but from the way his voice wrapped around her like a promise. She bit one side of her lip, grabbed everything Maverick had given her as her fingers brushed against his palm a second longer than necessary, sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. and slowly closed the small distance between them. Every step closer made her pulse quicken, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire. Aurora turned on the shower faucet and a warm stream of water flowed down, pouring over both her body and Maverick’s. But she didn’t care about being wet.

"We just gave them a reason to be afraid of the dark again." ​The "Wild Desires, Tameless Heart" saga had reached its first true summit. The war with the South was far from over, but as Rhea and Elias stood under the white light of the new tree, they knew that the North would never be caged again.