Elegant Desire Manga Novels & Stories

I pressed. This time she swept her eyes over my entire frame, starting and ending at my eyes. The blood beneath her creamy skin heating and flushing and her eyes hooded with desire. She squimed under me, trying to press her thighs together. The smell of her arousal a drug that had me nearly out of my senses with lust. I stood up on my knees so that she could get a better look, still holding her hand against my abs. She whimpered and wiggled, her arousal floated like insense over me. I loved the darkening of her eyes. Fucking sexy. I lowered myself between her legs and gently rolled my hips against the heated core of her unusually mild tempered body, causing her to cry out and then clamp her

Waves of ecstasy pulsed outward from her core, making her entire body tremble. Felix continued his attentions, gentling his touch but not stopping completely as she rode out the waves. Only when her trembling subsided did he pull back, looking up at her with undisguised satisfaction. "You're even more beautiful when you let go," he said, rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with his thumb. Wendy was still catching her breath, her body humming with satisfaction and renewed desire. "Your turn," she said, reaching for his belt with newfound determination.

His scent—leather, whiskey, and something undeniably masculine—wrapped around her, making her dizzy. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against her hip. Isla’s breath caught in her throat. She should push him away. She should walk out. But instead, she stood frozen, trapped between logic and desire. “You drive me insane,” she whispered, hating how breathless she sounded. Dante chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “Good. Now you know how I feel.” His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. “No matter how much we fight, no matter how much you try to push me away, you always come back.”

“This… is about control. Desire isn’t just about giving in… it’s about learning to take it responsibly.” “Yes… I understand,” she whispered, biting her lip as her body trembled in anticipation. “I… I want it all… I want you to take control.” Ethan’s pulse raced as he looked at her, the small, daring smirk on her face, her flushed cheeks, her trembling body. He could feel the storm of desire building between them, a tension so thick it was almost tangible. The discipline, the teasing, the slow build—it was all part of the game, and Lena was learning… eagerly, dangerously.

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

Her touch is tentative and soft like a butterfly, and yet it sends desire raging through my blood like a rabid bull. Abella quickly catches on and starts stroking up and down in her small hand. I lock my knees and close my eyes enjoying every second of my fantasy coming to life. Just as I feel my body start to contract with an imminent release, her touch disappears. I open my eyes and find her on her knees in front of me. She looks up at me with a clouded emerald-gaze as she opens her mouth and takes my cock between her lips.

Amelia's POV Shudder after shudder racked my body while I rode out my orgasm mindlessly. Everything was so warm and slick and nice, and when the haze finally cleared and Eddie's fingers unknotted from my hair, I slumped against his leg, too exhausted to stand. Strong hands unwound my arms from his thigh and picked me up. Eddie set me on the counter, his movements smooth and fluid as he cleaned me up. After he finished, he straightened my dress, his eyes gleaming with lingering desire.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving. — Nahoko Uehashi CAMELLIA Suddenly my body’s a traitor, all heat and fire like it forgot how to have self respect. Typical. My skin tingled where his lips had grazed my neck, the faintest burn lingering long after he pulled away. When his fingers brushed the edge of my dress at my waist, a soft hesitant warmth spread through me, like my body was trying to understand what it wanted before my mind could catch up.