Desires Series Novels & Stories

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.

She suddenly asked and I remained silent. For the first time, Desiree seemed serious. “Alex.” She touched my arm. “I’m sorry your wife is missing.” But even then, something about her expression didn’t feel remorseful. It almost felt like satisfaction and somehow, that frightened me even more. She softened slightly. “You look exhausted.” She touched my face gently.“You haven’t slept, have you?” I simply nodded and she placed a kiss on my cheek that sent shivers all over my body. “I want you so much Alex. I need you inside me so much that my clit hurts badly.” She said it in a slutty way while kissing all over my neck.

They knew that they had to make sure that the line had no impurities or any defects that could be caused by constant replication. Desiree was everything that he had hoped for enemy at least physically. He knew that he was attracted to her and he knew that it was more than just their blood ceremony. There was much more to her that he could probably learn at a lifetime and he was going to try if she would allow him to. There was a lot of things that were going to be difficult. She end lived her life so completely different than what most of them whatever understand. they were going to have many fights about different things. He knew that the future was going to be long in sometimes torturous.

He slams the door and locked it. “Where did we stop love?” he asks. “Arreee…we” I stuttered as I was going to ask a question. He puts his finger on my lips. “I will be doing the questioning” he said looking into my eyes with a piercing and seductive look. His voice now sounds so low and seductive, I want to get used by him. Then he kisses me again, passionate, and filled with desire. I want him, I shouldn’t want him so much. I shouldn’t desire a man I don’t know so well. But I do.

The air between us crackles with an electric tension, heightening our mutual desire. Josh's hands move to the small of my back, pulling me closer against him. I feel the heat of his body and the steady beat of his heart. His bulge presses against my stomach, a constant reminder of his arousal. "Now, look into my eyes and tell me you don't desire me," he says, his voice a low, demanding growl. Before I can respond, he spins me around so that my front is pressed flat against the bed, and he pins me from behind. His hand slides between the bed and me, cupping and fondling my breasts. I arch my back, offering him more access as he kisses my neck.

Standing a few cm from him, she could clearly see the desire in the man. He was taller than her but shorter than Christian. He was clean shaven, spotting a mixture of silver and black on his head. In all honesty, the man didn't look a day older than 40. He was lean, with no belly fat like one would expect. "I have always desired to feel you bend over this desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Isabelle's jaw gaped. She pushed the chair behind her and sidestepped him when he moved closer. Her palms had begun to sweat, and her shoulders were rising up quickly. Blood boiled beneath her skin. "How fucking dare you? What is wrong with you?"

I innocently said. He looked like he was starving and he just wanted to satisfy himself with me. I tried my best. "You are very beautiful, and you know this better than anyone else," He said softly. "Wow. I thought it was just going to get better after I stayed put to finish your desirable punishment," I said boldly. "You can't get what you want!" I added with a raised tone of voice. He immediately pulled me back, and he clenched my hands to his hands on the wall. This left me helpless.