Desires Series Novels & Stories

“Tonight’s going to be great. You still sure you want this?” I met his eyes in the mirror. My pulse was racing, but it wasn’t fear. It was pure excitement. “Yes. I want it. Both of you inside me.” We had fantasized about this for months. Nathan’s friend Ahmad had come up again and again in our dirty talk. He was tall, muscular, with smooth dark skin and a quiet, confident way about him that always left me wet. Nathan trusted him completely. Tonight, after dinner, Ahmad would come back to the apartment with us.

"Because, Emma, I'm not just a researcher. I'm a man who knows how to find what he wants, how to take it when he sees it. And I see it in you. I see the hunger, the need, the desire for something more. And I intend to give it to you." I felt a shiver run through me at his words, at the promise they held. "Alright, Noah," I said with a calm voice. "Tell me more. Tell me everything. And how do you know so much about me?” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "Ah, Emma," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "So many questions. Where do I even begin?" “Anywhere. Just tell me what you know about me.” I said. “What do you think these desires are?”

her voice roiling with desire and desperation. She desired the utmost pleasure—to feel him radiate his warmth from deep within her. Her plea was too strong for him to resist; her pure yearning appealed to his baser desires. They were both conscious that their parents were just downstairs, which added to the excitement. He let go of all control and gave in to the overwhelming sensation growing within him with a mere growl. Their bodies turned into a whirl of frantic motions, synchronised in an ecstasy-filled dance, the result of their desires combining into one explosive moment.

he murmurs as the doors lock behind us and he backs us to a corner, his hands already forcing me down, "you know what I want." I do. He always desires it. Each member of Darius's pack has individual demands and desires. Their peculiarities and cruelty. I've had almost two years to organize them all in my mind. Felix has some basic. A blowjob in the lift, a fuck in his car, a more intense fuck against the door of his apartment as his hand was around my throat, and when he's feeling really at ease, he reaches for his toys. The discomfort then begins.

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

"Don't give me an out. I'm tired of taking outs." "So what do you want?" "You." Simple, honest, devastating. "I want you, and I want to figure out how to make this work, and I want to stop being afraid of what people will think." "Even though I'm your ex-husband's nephew?" "Even though." She smiled against his mouth. "Especially though. Because the fact that we're not supposed to want each other just makes it that much more—" "Intense?" "I was going to say 'irresistible,' but intense works too." She settled back against him. "So what now?"

He even wanted her like this, while she was pregnant. The thought surged through her, intoxicating and raw, cutting through the rejection her husband had inflicted on her for months. Mira gazed stayed fixed on Derek. She couldn’t tear her eyes from him, her thoughts in conflict. Lust surged hot and insistent through her body, pushing aside her guilt. She stood rigid, caught between the urge to shove him away and the pull of the heat rising inside her. Derek caught the flicker of surrender in her eyes and leaned in, his voice dropping to a heated growl. “Let me fuck you so good you won’t—”

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

Then I adjusted my gaze to meet theirs and Adam spoke. "If you don't mind, I hope we can see each other again and have time with Tyler, as per his request..." I noticed Adam's throat bob, he didn't take his eyes off me. Wait, I just realized we're quite close to each other, and I caught a whiff of his pleasant breath. His features seem to have some kind of attraction. Straight nose, red lips, thick eyebrows, and blue eyes that pierced through his perfect face--I didn't realize I was staring at him for a moment.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”