Desires Series Novels & Stories

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.

desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready to have her first night with her husband. Entering the room, she caught her husband's eye as he lay on the bed, he smiled on seeing her "You... You look beautiful," he stammered, earning a warm smile from her. Her eyes spoke of desire as she seductively untied her robe, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. Moving with a captivating grace toward the bed, she seated herself in front of her husband, David, setting the mood for an intimate moment.

Because they did… they were almost black now, burning with raw desire and something possessive. “We are too far gone for you to want to back down now baby girl” he said, in his low and rough voice, like gravel. His face was so close she felt every word on her lips. “Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here”

I lean closer to the grille, breathing hard. When she finishes, silence pulses between us, thick as the storm outside. Lightning flashes, illuminating her face—eyes wide, lips swollen as if already kissed. I slide the lattice fully open. My hand moves without permission, fingers brushing her cheek, then trailing down the wet column of her throat to the edge of her sodden habit. “You are not alone in these desires,” I whisper, the confession tearing free. “They consume me too.” She rises slowly and steps out. I meet her in the aisle. Rain lashes the windows, drowning the world. Her habit clings to every curve, outlining stiff nipples and the flare of her hips. Water drips from us both, cold a

Even if I wanted to do it, he never let me. Sometimes I think about it. Why do these girls sleep with him? He was not good looking, was a chauvinist kind of guy and had nothing which a girl would like. Even I could be more desirable than him. But why do these girls go for him instead of me? Is it money? His humongous d...? I didn't know. Oh, I was so frustrated right now. I didn't know why but I was feeling so jealous of him. I mean, look at that girl, how hot she was. Her body was in perfect shape. She had a thin waist, large breasts, pale skin, long black hair and a small face. She was clearly the best one out of all those women he had slept with over all these years. And I watched him cum

And my whole interior turned into restlessness, making me as dark as every ripple that crawled below my skin. No one cared about keeping discretion in a place like that. Hiding my desires was never my strength, and there, at least as long as I remained inside that place, I could expose every immorality that stacked my interior. I just needed to talk. I inhaled deeply, and turned to Zachary. His gaze was still attentive, clinging to mine. Brown irises so unique with the shadows of lust. This did not help to take advantage of my short flash of excitement, because I was aware of its proximity. I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could o

“She never deserved you. But I do. I see you, Alex. The real you. The good man who still makes me feel safe… and so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.” Thunder boomed again. The lights flickered once, then held. Alex’s control finally snapped. He surged up from his chair, one large hand cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her into a devastating kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was years of repressed desire exploding between them. His mouth claimed hers with raw hunger — tongue sliding deep, teeth nipping her lower lip, devouring her like a starving man. Victoria moaned into the kiss, rising on her toes to press her body fully against his. Her hands fisted in his shirt as his other arm

"I'm asking for you to involve me. Let me be a part of it. Up until now, I thought that the only thing you wanted was... me." "No... really... you are everything I want," she said suddenly, scared that he got the wrong idea. "But you have some needs that aren't being met. Or a secret fetish... or..." "My needs are met," she interrupted him. "And I wouldn't call it a fetish..." "Well... deeper desires maybe?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeah... stupidly, I just... I didn't think you'd understand. There's another side of me... that has... different... desires. I just didn't want you to think that you weren't the man I loved and adored."