Dezire Book Novels & Stories

It was as if she’d been deprived for far too long, giving in now with a quiet desperation that made my pulse throb. I leaned against the doorway, arms folded across my chest, watching in silence, like I’d stumbled into a private performance meant for no one else. The subtle movements beneath her skirt, the faint, telling sounds she made, were enough to make my jaw tighten. Seeing her like that, I could no longer deny the slow, dangerous pull of desire threading through me. I hadn’t realized how deeply I wanted her until this moment,.until watching her like this made my body react before my mind could catch up.

I turned, just to see Desiree sitting on my study table, one of the books from my shelves in her hands. The she-wolf was actually very good with stealth. She really deserved the Gamma position given to her. I took one last gulp from my cup before setting it down on the small table beside me. Clasping my hands, I turned to face Desiree who had a deep frown on her face as she flipped through the pages of the book in her hands. I squinted my eyes, reading the front cover. It was one of the old texts depicting the fall of one of the wolf kingdoms.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

“It grounds me. It is like your heat drives the cold out of me. Do not stop.” Jake’s hand slid up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and when he brushed them with his fingertips, Sadira’s hips lifted instinctively from the bed. The vibrating energy around her shifted. The crackling softened, replaced by a deeper, pulsing rhythm, the rhythm of desire.

Neither pulled away immediately. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” “You’re not.” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Working on the essay?” “Trying to.” She clutched the book to her chest like a shield. “Your question today about denial… it got me thinking. Sometimes acknowledging desire is scarier than pretending it doesn’t exist.” The words hung heavy. Julian’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she meant. The tension that had been building for weeks was suddenly palpable in the small room.

Works upward. My ribs, slowly. The undersides of my breasts, and I inhale sharply and hold it. His oiled palms cup my breasts fully, warm and slick, and work them in circles that are thorough and attentive. His thumbs orbit my nipples without touching them. The oil means he moves frictionlessly around them, close enough that I feel the air displacement, and the anticipation of contact that keeps not arriving makes my spine arch reaching for what isn't there. "Darius." Warning. Plea. Both.

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel) If you enjoyed this book, please check out the sequel, 'Insatiable Desires', on Goodnovel. I will love to read from all of you there and go on another wonderful Journey. (It is about their children.)

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.