Desires Die Hard Pdf Novels & Stories

"So you think your presence here is the reason you haven't been ousted from here? Have you lost your mind, Chloe? What do you plan on doing with yourself exactly?" "I just want to be loved right by Leo. When that is achieved I would definitely follow my dreams and push to get better." Inhaling sharply, Desire felt a slight ache coming to her forehead. It felt like Chloe has been hypnotized or her sanity isn't in the right state. Swallowing the rest of her wine she stood up. “You are leaving already?" Chloe asked an obvious question. Desire rolled her eyes. “Thank your stars that I love you so much, Chloe. If that wasn't the case I would have slapped some actual sense into that head of yours.

he asked, disgust clearly written all over his face as he forcefully pulled his hand away from me. I wish I could answer him. I wish I knew what was wrong with me. I desperately want to know why my whole body is burning, almost trembling at the immense need surging through my veins. I want him to kiss me, to touch me... Make love with me... I feel like I would die if he wouldn't. He tried to get away from me once again but I didn't let him. "Get your filthy hands off me," he growled. His cold voice echoed throughout the unit.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, my mind was a battlefield. Ethan. I thought of his hands on me, the way he looked at me like he wanted to consume me whole. He was dangerous, reckless, and he understood the darkest parts of my anger because he carried the same darkness, we were two matches striking against each other, destined to create a fire that would consume everything.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

"What do you want me to do to you?" "Please beat me," I whine, my voice quivering with desire. "And then. And then I would like for you to fuck the shit out of me, as hard as you can, so that I can't walk for days." Holy shit! where did reverend sister Lily go?

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

I want to bathe in her scent, bottle it up maybe, and put it on every time I miss her. Heart beating erratically, I murmured, “I want you.” . . ~Viviana~ Roman’s hands on my body stirred excitement within me, as powerful as a time bomb ready to detonate. It shattered my insides, melting into nothing and molding me into a desire-filled woman who’s willing to give him anything he asks from me. “We’ve already established that,” I said in a breathless moan. His hand measured the curves from my hips to the underside of my breast; the other fisted my hair.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

He whispered. He finally understood where all her rage came from. He knew that she had needed to hang on to those last few moments that had completely turned her life upside down, to keep herself from fading away. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he thought about how she had survived that hell. “It seems that the site is getting a lot of attention.” Bernard chuckled into the phone. “Yes. Well, I wanted to be able to give people a view of what we do here. Dark Desires seems to be one of the most popular places.” Abigail chuckled.

He says, "I want to fuck you." I swear I got wet hearing him say that. I want him to fuck me senseless until I won't be able to walk again until every part of my core bears the imprint of his desire. I want every part of me to find pleasure when he's inside, feeling my orgasm. I don't care what happens tomorrow; I just live for now. With that in mind, I say weakly, "Fuck me senseless, Josh." "I want to feel your mouth around my cock, Harp." In that instance, I bring down the briefs he is wearing, taking his cock in my hand. I rub the cap, and he exclaims, "Fuck," throwing his head back.