Desires Series Novels & Stories

Adam Desiree was perfect for me. When she passed out, I wasn't happy, but I knew how intense a claiming was, so I let her sleep for an hour and soon I had to have her again. I spread her legs and went back in with my cock. Desiree woke up moaning. I felt her all over me. Her scent filled my senses, and I felt complete. I fucked her like a mad wolf. I had restrained myself for months, all leading to this. I intended to take my fill and satisfy my wolf, but as I pumped and she moaned my name, I knew I would never get enough of her. Her reaction to me was driving me crazy. I felt like a wild animal. She had unleashed the beast in me. I wanted to grind my cock in her pussy for the rest of my lif

Dexter carries on talking while enjoying this adorable vision of her. "But now I know who is the right and perfect girl for me. I can now see that. This disturbing pull of desire we feel, this magnetic pull of our bodies inexplicable, inextricably to one another, is something I can't ignore. I need something unexplainable but unmistakably real. My desire for you, Taesha, I can't explain away. It's our senses and needs that have made a subtle connection." "Dexter, romantic desires are things I deny myself of all the time; they are too uncertain and risky. And I always go for the sure shot." Taesha says with conviction.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

“I mean it. Please stay.” And as I looked into his eyes, I realized… This was dangerous. The fact I wanted to stay was dangerous. My desires were dangerous.

It appeared that Kelvin was not interested in the drinks because he had his attention fixed on the superficial display of flesh by the stripper closest to us. None of us broke his reverie. We let him enjoy the show. “I knew he would eventually love the show", Mule said. Tesoju chuckled. The stripper had her hands up and the silver jewelry on her fingers had tiny stones in them that glittered as she moved them in the dim lights of the cage, she danced in. Kelvin stood up from his seat and walked to the cage like he was under the spell of a hypnotist. “First timer’s reactions", Tesoju said.

I moaned softly in pleasure and desire . Crap! I fucking have desires for him. His one hand pulling my hairs softly gave him more access to my neck and cleavage . His other hand went under my skirt up to my bare thigh. I gasped when his fingers touched the sensitive skin between my legs . His feather like touch made my clit craving more . He started drawing circles over the thin material of my slit . His mouth never left my neck . Sucking and licking . His finger went inside me . My walls tighten around his two fingers . He started slowly in and out . Making me moan loud.

“Just once. Please.” No. No, no, no. His eyes were wild. His skin burning hot. The scent hit me like a wave—sweet, cloying, thick like syrup. It wrapped around my head, messed with my focus. Like a drug I didn’t want to breathe in. I jerked, kicked, cursed, but he was too strong. His fingers slipped under my shirt, shaky and desperate. His body trembled above mine. “I think it’ll stop if I just have you once,” he muttered, leaning in like he was drunk on something I couldn’t see. “If I taste you. Just once, Tate. Please—I need it—”

“Here’s what I think, Lila. Your body learned very early that desire equals danger. So it built a wall. The wall is sophisticated; it lets you perform, it lets you caretake your partner’s pleasure, but it will not let you fall. When you’re alone, the wall comes down because there’s no risk of abandonment or judgment. When someone else is there, it slams shut.” I stared at him, throat tight. “Does that feel true?” he asked. “Yes,” I managed. He nodded. “Then we have work to do.” I laughed wetly. “You’re not… shocked?” “I’ve heard every flavor of desire there is,” he said. “What shocks me is how much suffering people endure to avoid saying it out loud.” He stood, walked to a low cabinet, and t