Devotion And Desire Novels & Stories

"Why are you doing this?" A slow smile spread across his lips, dark and knowing, and it made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit. He leaned in closer, so close that his breath brushed against my skin. "What do I want?" he repeated, as if tasting the words. "I want you to stop pretending, bella." "Pretending?" I spat back, anger and fear mingling in my chest like a storm ready to explode. "Pretending that I don’t despise you? That I don’t hate myself for—"

"You make it so easy to believe that you're just a piece of matter orbiting around the earth." He slid down to the ground and opened the door of his car. "This time around, I'll suppress my intrinsic appetitive desire to consume you as much as I can and focus on flourishing and devising strategic ways to attack instead. I came to an epiphany that my staunch obsession renders me unwary, making me pregnable to your irksome guardians--oh, the thought of them infuriates me!" He smashed his hand to the car out of fury as he remembered all its failed attempts, especially the ones where it's almost close to victory but still ended up in chagrin.

I just didn’t notice it as I focused my attention on that card that he gave to me. "Y-yes?" I wondered. "Can I ask you something?" he said with a smirk and his meekness was still on his face. Yeah. I admit. I could say he’s attractive. Well, I'm not really attracted to him, because if it is, then he might think that I'm deluding him. Yes, speaking of it-I don’t actually have any interest in any man in this world. I just don’t want to, and as I am, I want to focus only on my passion.

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

If anything, it spurred him on. “Matteo—” she started to protest, worried about his injuries. “I need this,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate. “I need you.” His mouth claimed hers again, and any resistance she had crumbled under the weight of their shared longing. Clothing fell away, discarded without thought. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve like he feared he might forget her touch. Heat built between them, fast and consuming. Their bodies moved together, slow at first, then faster, as though they were trying to burn away the fear and uncertainty that clung to them. Every kiss, every touch, every desperate gasp was a promise—a vow that they were still alive, still

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.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

“Not from him. Not from me. What you’re trying to burn away isn’t corruption. It’s-” Desire. But he didn’t say that. Not with his mouth. Only his eyes said it, when they locked with Valcoz’s. And Valcoz saw it. Felt it. Even behind all the divine chains and incantations carved into his bones, he felt Jacquiem’s want. The priest. The human. The devout little lamb who once knelt with tears in his eyes, whispering prayers to a god that never answered him, Now staring at him with more need than all the rituals ever wrung out of his soul.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.