Forbidden Desire Novels & Stories

Ursula lifted it with two fingers, set it on the nightstand like someone else's laundry, and stepped out of her skirt. Alex stopped behind her and watched her undress, one piece at a time. His throat tightened. He knew that asking her for sex, or even hinting at it, would start another war, and he was so tired of wars. But she stood there in the lamplight with her hair loose down her back, his wife, the woman he had promised his whole life to, and the want in him was louder than his good sense. He stepped forward and slid his arms around her waist. Her skin was warm against his shirt. He held her eyes in the mirror to see whether she was softening or only waiting for him to finish.

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.

I remember the way our bodies moved together, the intensity of his hold, and the undeniable chemistry we shared. Regret lingers in my heart as I pushed him away, but now, the desire for his touch consumes me once again. I should have let him fuck me till I couldn't use my legs to walk back home. As I scolded myself once again, the weight of my forbidden desires grew heavier. The allure of Alex, so young and tempting, tugged at my thoughts. But I couldn't succumb to such reckless acts. My loyalty to Lucian and the consequences of infidelity held me back.

It was a struggle he couldn't easily resolve, a battle waged between the demands of his rationality and the thoughts of his forbidden desires. In the silence of his bedroom, Nathaniel wrestled with the thought of intimacy to get his fortune, the prospect of experiencing a love that transcended the confines of his contract marriage. He knew that the path forward was uncertain, filled with challenges and complexities, but the forbidden desire that had awakened within him could not be easily conquered.

I added, “I know,” he said casually, like I’d just reminded him of the weather. “And yet here we are. You, backed against the counter. Me, close enough to taste your goddamn thoughts. Don’t lie to yourself, Sera. You like it. You want it. There’s something about that forbidden fruit, isn’t there?” “This is… This is inappropriate,” I stammered, hating how weak I sounded.

She could still feel the pressure of his hands on her hips, his breath on her neck, the way his eyes had darkened when he looked at her like she was something he hadn’t allowed himself to want in years. And then it was gone. He was gone. Her hand inched downward, almost unconsciously, fingertips brushing the waistband of her shorts. Her breath caught, her body reacting without her permission... but she pulled back. With a groan of frustration, she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Touching herself while thinking about him would feel like surrendering all the power he’d taken from her when he walked out. Like confirming she was nothing more

My fingers move mechanically, unbuttoning my dress, peeling it away until I'm bare, exposed. The warmth of the water feels nice against my skin, but inside, I still feel cold. I scrub my skin hard, starting with my neck, where Jake kissed me. The memory of it makes me sick. I scrub harder, scratching at my skin, but it’s not enough. The water doesn’t wash away the disgust, the fear. I scrub my arms, my whole body, trying to get rid of the feeling. I don’t even want to think about how close I came out… I can't finish the thought.

Her sighs in my ear will forever be the thing that spurs me on to make her beg even more. But as a man, I wanted another sensation. Something more normal for comparison. Something that made me feel like I had to conquer her, and I was the one dominating. I wanted a woman who sighed shyly under me, something very different from Catherine, who would never resist me. I wanted Vanessa to be that person. She was perfect to be Catherine's foil and one that would give me more satisfaction. Catherine squirms in my arms. I prepare to put a smile on my face for her. "Are you awake?" the woman's voice sounds lower and hoarse because she just woke up, but her face doesn't look tired.

His eyes fueled with desire, longing to indulge in her, yet finding the simplest action, like lifting his hand from the bed, was seemingly impossible for him. Closing his eyes in frustration, he stammered, "I... I couldn't... I couldn't fulfill your wishes." As the words hung in the air, Rose came to a sudden realization; it dawned on her that he was handicapped. The weight of the truth hit her – a person who couldn't even move his fingers, how could he possibly satisfy her needs? The sadness enveloped them both in that somber moment of understanding.

Shadows and wind wrapped around us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. “You… this… was insane,” I gasped, pressing against him, still trembling, breathless, sticky. He smirked, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face. “Insane… addictive… and just the beginning. Next time, I’ll take you even further.” I pressed back, trembling, sticky, breathless, utterly undone. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. And even as the city lights stretched endlessly below, I knew some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt, consume, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment. And