Desires Novels & Stories

She replied. I nodded. "Do not worry. I am not rushing you. I just want you to know that I like you. I understand your point." I responded. "I do not want you to suffer in the end. So, that is why I needed to make the right decisions. I want to like and love you. I do not want to make you my rebound. You do not deserve it. If you wait for me a little, I will come to you with open arms." She said that made me smile.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need

I want to be sure about something, and right now, I'm sure I want him to start moving his fingers. "The thought of what I want to do to you has kept me company through those nights. I'm done with imagining," he continues, twisting his fingers ever-so-slightly. Pleasure shudders through me to the point I'm left to dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning. I don't want to give him that satisfaction yet. He leans down to whisper in my ear. "I know it's wrong, to want you this desperately. But I'm done holding back."

Leonel said, whilst trying hard in sending Ismael off without causing further eruptions of his anger. Ismael stood a bit reluctant, his mind fashioned on meeting Alexis, if definitely he could, Alexis would definitely be far off from a piece, a fact Leo stood aware of through the cast of his eyes of Ismael's unsettled body, his eyes which portrayed his darkened desires, spilling forth screaming intent of Ismeal's hurt and his one time wush on harming his mother once and for all, a desire Alexis solidly stood on, also wishing Ismael was nowhere above the earth's crust, but below it's heat.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of longing and determination. “Then what do you want?” I blustered, my voice wavering slightly. His silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. At that moment, I realized that his desires were as complex and conflicting as my own. “You,..” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck, sniffing me like a hungry predator ready for his prey, and kissing my neck, gliding his tongue gradually over my skin. My heart raced as his touch sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his desire mirrored my own, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

I always took what I wanted, and I wanted this. Her. Even if I despised admitting it. I brushed my lips over her bare skin, inhaling her scent. Blood. Fear. Desire. All of it tangled together, a cocktail mixed just for me. How sweet. How tempting. It drove me to the edge of something dangerous—something I refused to name. Love? No. Judas Romanovski never love. This was control. Power. I didn’t love her. I craved the way her body trembled under me. The way she melted into my touch, even when she should be running in terror.

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

CAMILLA “Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy and clouding my thoughts. I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it. Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath. “Deal.” He chucked deeply, “good fox.” I barely had time to breathe.