Desires Novels & Stories

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

Desire, at this stage, is a tantalizing mystery, like an unfinished novel, with each chapter promising a new revelation. The allure of desire can manifest in various forms. It might be the warmth of a smile, the twinkle in the eye, or the subtle brush of fingers that sends shivers down one's spine. In the gentlest of touches, in the quietest of conversations, an invisible thread of attraction weaves its way through the fabric of their connection.

Desire, deep and insatiable, coursed through me, focusing my entire being on the man before me. At that moment, I realized the depth of my feelings for Ky. It wasn't just want or need but something far more profound. I loved him with an intensity that defied words, a love that had woven itself into the very fabric of my soul. And as he stood there, a silhouette of strength and desire, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, in every way possible.

It's not just determination or control—it's desire, raw and unbridled. My breath catches in my throat as the realization hits me like a wave crashing over me. I had misjudged him and misunderstood his intentions entirely. The heat in his eyes speaks volumes, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the air feels charged with an electrifying tension, a palpable longing that hangs heavy between us. Despite my initial fear and confusion, a part of me can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through me at the sight of him, boundless desire mirrored in his gaze.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

He trailed hot kisses down my neck, igniting a fiery desire within me. My desire for him burned like a fire, consuming every part of me. I longed for him with an insatiable hunger that consumed my entire being. My body and soul ached for his touch, yearning to be consumed by his passionate embrace. “I want you,” I moaned, my body arching towards X's touch as if he was the only one who could satisfy this burning ache within me. In that moment, the dream felt more tangible and pleasurable than reality itself.

Before I could respond, his lips descended, soft and warm, then firm and demanding. I was jolted, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to push him away but at the same time I wanted him— I wanted his mouth on my body. I wanted it everywhere —but his grip was strong, his touch insistent and hot, just as I wanted. It was all contradictory. His tongue invaded my mouth like a bold, uninvited guest. My senses were overwhelmed, a strange mix of want, desire and heat. I was burning from the inside out from a different kind of heat and his touch was the balm I needed to soothe out this searing warmth that burned me from within.

“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.

Because the desire that’s consuming me is as real as the guilt. And the city… the city burns. And I’m right at the center of the fire. Between the man who loves me tenderly... and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once. “I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked. “How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body. My hips rose even higher, and he made a grunting sound. “Very,” I breathed. His gaze locked with mine, his seductive scent hit my nose.