Forbidden Desires Novels & Stories

He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall as his lips savoured down my neck, evoking several goosebumps on their awake. An unknown quaking rose inside me-something forbidden. My body responded to him and so did the untouched portion of my soul. Every inch of me wanted this stranger between my legs. It was the sexual drive that pulled us closer. “You taste like sin,” he whispered as he slipped his hand between my legs and reached up my thighs, teasing the corner of my seamless panties. A moan dribbled from my lips, and my body trembled against him.

“I do want you, I’m not gonna lie about that, but I’m not like this. I’m never like this. This is only happening because he said…” I trail off. Looking at the grandpa and grandson next to me, I whisper. “It’s because he said I can’t have sex. Now I want all the sex. You can’t tell me I can’t do something. Then all I want to do is…well, it. It’s the allure of the forbidden. You’re not like that?” “You either want something or you don’t. When does what other people say have anything to do with it?”

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.

No big surprise, the best and best "go West. When all of these vile beings have been lost to time, will they return as the souls of a new race? I trust in God... These French ladies partake in their crepe shroud, their high-obeyed shoes, and their short dark skirts; even a cousin is close to enough for the features of misfortune. — Could any of us, at any point, feel trouble now? I think not. Yet again, Maurice has his purposes. Were I a man, I ought to disdain Maurice. He is such a great animal, such a giver. holder of one of the extremely rich—and devoted as well. Does he not pander to my every extravagant desire and acquire me whatever I immediately want? What a difference a complete murd

Unconsciously, I licked my dry lips, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through my body. Zander's eyes darkened further, mirroring the depths of his desire. It was a moment charged with longing, our bodies and souls yearning for something forbidden. The heavy air crackled with anticipation, and I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing us toward the sinful path. The desires and the unspoken words hung in the air, creating an undeniable tension that I could resist.

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.

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 accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

Ashton's Pov My cock was rock hard, throbbing like a raging steely pipe. Every vein on my cock throbbed with need, wanting to knock up Fiona over and over again. I wanted her fat, dark, pregnant cunt to stretch around my cock always. I wanted to fuck Fiona like an animal, keeping her pregnant all the time. But I couldn't. I was married to her sister. Quickly before I fell deeper into temptation, I stood up fast almost falling flat on the floor.