Desires Novels & Stories

“ Do you want my body?” Shawn looked at her and kissed her hair and then her lips.” Do you want to give me your body? I won't force you if you don't want to” He replied impulsively, patting her hair without looking at her face. “ Well, I'm not giving you” she replied, smiling at him, her body aching and longing of his hands on her bare body. Shawn understood her indecision. Looking at her eyes, he could see how desirous she wanted him to ravage and eat her up.

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

I moaned under his touch as his hand moved down my thigh, caressing every inch of my skin as I grabbed his hair. The kiss was growing into something more aggressive in that state of act. We both couldn’t control what we were feeling. But after a lot of struggles, we pulled apart. “You’re sweet, Hailey. I’ll have to control my thirst for you.” Jace winked as he smiled. “What if I say, don’t?” “What do you mean?” “What if I say that I don’t need you to control your thirst around me? What if I say that I...I...that I want you.”

A deep, steady ache that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with want. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck as his chest pressed to mine, and it was like every nerve ending in my body went off at once. "Lunaryn…?" "Oh baby girl," she cooed, practically purring. "You’re turned on." "I’m what now?!" "Aroused. Heated. Horny, if you wanna be vulgar. Your body wants him. Real bad." "I...I’ve never.." "I know. That’s why I’m here. Let yourself feel it. No shame. No fear. This is what desire feels like when it’s real."

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

Want rises sharp and immediate. The room tightens. I force myself to stillness. The pressure eases. Eliza notices the moment it does. She flicks her gaze to me, something unreadable crossing her face. Gratitude. Pain. Pride. Maybe all three. I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my life. Which tells me touching her would be catastrophic. I used to think desire was simple. You wanted. You acted. You lived with the consequences like a man. This is different.

Without hesitation, Noah took him into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sucked. “Fuck— Noah—” Ethan’s hands flew to Noah’s hair, hips bucking involuntarily. The sight of Noah’s lips stretched around him, dark eyes locked on his, was almost too much. Noah hummed around him, taking him deeper until the head hit the back of his throat, then pulled off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” Noah rasped, voice wrecked. “I want to be inside you. Been dreaming about it.” Ethan nodded frantically, spreading his legs. “Yes. God, yes. I want that. Want you.”

I had until noon, Anna would be back from school. I couldn’t help myself, I reached down, touching my crotch through my panties. “Uhhmm…” I moaned, feeling the familiar heat. But this wasn’t enough, I craved sex, a man, a full fleshy dick not my slick fingers. Lisa’s words rang in my head: “Get a sugar boy. Someone young, hungry, who just wants to fuck you and fuck you right. No complaints.” The card was still tucked in my dresser—the one I knew I’d use, but not this soon.

“The tension between what someone wants… and what they allow themselves to act on.” My lips curved slightly. Restraint. Interesting choice of word. Because if there was one thing I wanted to test… it was exactly that. Could he really resist me? Or was that calm, controlled professor act just a fragile mask? I tilted my head, raising my hand slightly. “Yes?” Jeff said. “I have a question about the poem.” “Go ahead.” I leaned forward a little. “When writers talk about longing,” I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?”

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.