Devotion And Desire Novels & Stories

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.

What would it feel like to kiss them? ​Normally, Dev’s reputation meant he never had to put in effort. Women gravitated toward him like moths to a flame, throwing themselves at his feet just for a fraction of his attention. But when it came to actual desire, Dev was notoriously choosy. He always did his homework—checking a woman's background, her social standing, whether she was clingy or came from a reputable family, before ever letting her into his bed.

“You are safe here.” She remembered scoffing internally. Safe had become a word people used too easily. “Devotion Assurance is designed to support clarity, purpose, and emotional alignment,” the voice continued. “Participation is voluntary. You may disengage at any time.” A pause. “Do you wish to proceed?” Mara had hesitated. She told herself she was just tired. That this was no different from meditation protocols, from the grounding exercises Rowan himself had once taught during a brutal winter. “Yes,” she had said.

“I don’t want your yearning either. It all means nothing to me.” He looks at his hands before raising his eyes to me again. “Then what do you want?” Devotion. I want to see him devoted to me, utterly mine, because I realize that in this lifetime, I might only get him, even though we are a terrible match. I want him to prove to me over and over again that he will not be shaken or leave my side. For him to be devoted to me, belong to me, and no one else. But he doesn’t belong to himself. How can he give me something that he doesn’t have?

A declaration of passion and devotion. . Nadia knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that to resist this growing tide of mutual longing would be utterly futile. The potent attraction she felt, a raw, undeniable force, had completely usurped her own intention to begin the meticulous process of getting ready for the evening’s event. Her will, usually steadfast, was no match for the intoxicating pull of Sonu’s desires, which now effortlessly eclipsed every item on her forgotten schedule.

Staying has changed shape again. It is no longer an act of resolve. It is no longer an act of maintenance. It is an act of meaning. We begin to understand that devotion isn’t about intensity—it’s about consistency imbued with care. This chapter explores that transformation. We wake up beside each other without performance. There’s no need to prove affection. There’s an unspoken respect in how we move around each other’s mornings—soft voices, small considerations, space given intuitively. These details matter. Sacredness doesn’t live in grand gestures.

I said, and he leaned in softly pressed his lips to mines. He leaned back and let go of me, digged something into his pocket. "Sam, we've been together for a long time. And you are the most wonderful person that's ever been in my life... you've always been there for me when I'm down or going through a tough time. You taught me how to always keep my head up and don't give a fuck about anyone who's always tried to weigh me down, you're like my rock and without you, I'm nothing." He took a shaky breath and my heart raced.

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

“Which do you suppose is more desirable?” “The only love guaranteed is the love of the Goddess.” She quips. “As to which one to desire, I suppose it is better to desire neither. Neither Love nor power comes to those who crave it, not in a long lasting sense.” She speaks in riddles. “Both are hard won, but easily lost. Both have the power to consume you.” She pauses thoughtfully. “ But duty. Devoting yourself to fulfilling your duty— that is the true blessing! That is the highest calling!” Her voice is genuinely joyful. “To devote yourself to duty is to surrender your ego and trust your path in life.”

“You touched me once and it was like something rewired. I've been a horny mess since your first touch. You didn’t even leave room in my head to question why I suddenly want a man. I just— suddenly want you.” I hum softly, pleased. “I just want to be good for you. Useful for you. I want you to use me however you want without hesitating. I want to be someone you don’t have to think about — just command, and I’ll follow.” My eyes narrow in quiet satisfaction. “Where did that kind of reckless devotion come from?” I asked, like I don't already know. The answer slips out without hesitation. “From waking up clean and warm after passing out covered in cum. From knowing… I’ll always wake up okay if I