Devotion And Desire Novels & Stories

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

"You're reading too much into things." Dexter chuckled, eyebrows arching in mock amusement. "You're lying, Austin. The reason you tried so hard to come between us, to tear us apart, was all to satisfy your selfish desires. But from what I've heard, she only thinks of you in a brotherly way. All that devotion of yours—it's destined to be wasted." Although he had a faint smile on his face, his eyes were cold. He fixed his dark gaze on the man before him, looking as though he longed to crush every flicker of desire lingering inside Austin.

If I could just lose myself in him… But Dev pulled his hands away gently, refusing to give in to my silent plea. He looked at me with a kind of understanding that made my stomach twist. “Not now, Katherine,” he whispered. His voice was calm, but firm, like he’d made up his mind. “I want to wait for things to settle before touching you in any way. I don’t believe in mindless sex. I want to feel you emotionally when I’m with you physically.” I blinked, caught off guard by his words. This was Dev—calm, patient, reasonable Dev. He wasn’t like Lucas. He wasn’t like Caspian. He wanted something more. Something real.

She replied and clamps her lips together and his gaze hardened. Why is Godfather so complicated? Is he hiding something? "Don't listen to him, that bullshit!" He muttered and moved away from her. "I don't understand what it mean!" She said and Lucifer grabbed her waist possessively with his two hands. He moved his face closer to hers as her breath hitched instantly. She swallowed as she forgot to breath herself. His scent hovered around her filling her nostrils as she took her eyes elsewhere. His hands were still on her waist as he carried her up dropping her on a nearby table.

Goodness she was becoming a nasty person and she could barely do anything to change that. Just one sex—one sex from Devine since her entire existence and this is what he had turned her into. A nasty whore who desired more and more of him. Nuella’s thought shifted, drifting away from the desire to grab his cock but Devine’s words slipped into her head. “I am dying to have you touch me, Momma. Do not tease me that way.” His husky voice oozed with the type of desperation that burned sensation across her spine, deciphering every hesitation from her mind.

Desire, deep and insatiable, coursed through me, focusing my entire being on the man before me. At that moment, I realized the depth of my feelings for Ky. It wasn't just want or need but something far more profound. I loved him with an intensity that defied words, a love that had woven itself into the very fabric of my soul. And as he stood there, a silhouette of strength and desire, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, in every way possible.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

"Come let me show you around" Ruth followed. Ava showed Ruth all parts of the mansion but the part Ruth loved most was the garden. It was a sight to behold. It is the most beautiful part of the house. It gives a sense of relief from stress and has a calm scene. It's filled with abundant colorful flowers which makes it very beautiful. It even has a swing. Ava saw that Ruth was looking at the swing, she asked "do you wanna go there?" Ruth turned to her "Actually, my father and I used to swing in our mini garden back home. Just looking at the swing reminds me of him" she chuckled slightly.

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once. “I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked. “How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body. My hips rose even higher, and he made a grunting sound. “Very,” I breathed. His gaze locked with mine, his seductive scent hit my nose.