Forgotten Desire Novels & Stories

Every technique built on the last… teasing, edging, filling, vibrating… until we were both slick with lube and sweat, bodies trembling, voices hoarse from moaning each other’s names. When we finally broke apart, breaths mingling, hearts hammering, the awareness of the risk made the intensity nearly unbearable. I traced her hand once more, committing the sensation to memory, feeling the warmth, the softness, the subtle tremor of aftershocks in her fingers. She met my eyes, and in that look I saw the same acknowledgment, the same surrender, the same recklessness mirrored back at me. We were both aware of the danger, of the impossibility, and yet the shared indulgence, the quiet obsession, the

I shot Jenkins a look. “Noted,” he muttered, quickly gathering his files before leaving. She placed the coffee on my desk. “Your coffee, sir,” she emphasized the last word. “Are you trying to make me jealous?” She met my gaze without hesitation. “Are you?” “Leave.” I picked up the coffee, watching her walk out. What the hell was wrong with me? This was what happened when a man let desire cloud his judgment. And desire and revenge were never meant to mix. Aisha’s POV

I knew this was wrong, I should push these feelings away, but they clung to me fiercely. I heard my sister's moan from the other end of the hall. The ache between my legs deepened. Without thinking, I tugged my top up, I let my fingers graze over my sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of my new desires. My pussy was already slick with desire and I quickly discarded my panties, exposing my throbbing cunt. I ran a finger up my slit, letting out a loud sigh as my fingers traced my clit. My eyes shut tightly and my head fell back as I imagined it was Liam's tongue on me, his fingers inside me, his cock filling me completely. My sister's moans were not even helping, it intensified

My hands were steady. “I want to be devoured without being erased.” “I miss being touched like I mattered, not like a routine.” “I think I’m starting to forget what desire feels like — not lust, but wanting to be seen.” These aren’t the words of a dangerous woman. These are the words of a silenced one. If you’ve ever written something you never thought you’d say out loud — I’m saying it now. Not to prove anything. But to take back everything. I flipped the next page.

He cursed out. “ Damn, you really are nasty, eh?” His kisses are now coming even faster and more eager. I had forgotten how to breath, how to think I only remembered to feel… ***

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Heat flooded my cheeks and my core. He cleared his throat and continued speaking, but his voice had grown slightly huskier. “Desire, when repressed, doesn’t disappear. It festers. It demands release in the most unexpected places.” The irony made me bolder. I slipped two fingers inside myself, pumping them slowly while my thumb worked my clit. My breathing quickened. I had to stay completely silent, which only made the pleasure sharper. My walls clenched greedily around my fingers as I imagined his thick cock replacing them.

I just needed to find a way to bring her back to me. “I think that is not such a bad thing, Beta.” Her thumb traced a pattern over my hand, and sent shivers through my body. Her touch sent my body into overdrive, and made me realize just how much I had been missing it. It had felt like an eternity since she had touched me. But, now, here, as she did, it felt so good, and that was simply the touch of her hand. In her doing so, I knew that I was a fool to think I could ever walk away from this girl. Even without her memories, she was still my girl. Still my sweet Aria. Maybe we could fall in love again. I raised my eyes, and met her gaze, those beautiful big eyes focused so heavily upon mine a

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

His voice is a slow drag of gravel, sinking under my skin. I look up at him, lips parting, my throat dry. “To forget him.” My pulse hammers. “To make him regret ever letting me go.” His jaw tightens. Something dangerous flares in his eyes. “You want to fuck him out of your system?” His tone is mocking and dark. I shake my head. “No.” I press my hand to his chest feeling the burn of his skin beneath my palm, feeling the raw power coiled beneath the surface. “I want you to make me forget.”I whisper my voice thick with emotion.