Fragile Desires Novels & Stories

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.

"I care about results." He says the word with a strange, dark relish. "Tell me, Fragile... why should I hire a woman who looks like she’s one bad day away from an ending?" he continues, his voice a low, dangerous tone. The nickname Fragile hits her like a physical blow. Rhea’s breath stutters. She looks at him, really looks at him, and sees a monster behind the bespoke suit. "I'm...I'm not breakable, sir," she whispers, though her heart is screaming.

“Do you burn?” “Constantly.” “For me?” “For you,” she whispered, her eyes becoming glassy. “Only for you.” He removed the vibrator and let the absence stretch like a physical hunger. “Then confess your darkest desire. What do you want from me?” Her voice was thin and hoarse. “I want to be broken and rebuilt. I want you to strip me of everything I thought I controlled. I want to kneel because it feels like worship.” His mouth curled into something darker than a smile. “You are almost ready.”

"You are crazy and madly delusional, I tell you. In a frenzy, we rolled and grappled on the floor, each one of us driven by our own strong desires; mine was the desire to attain my freedom as quickly as I possibly could no matter how much strength it would take me to achieve that goal, while Chase's desires were the selfish intentions of keeping me in his grasps for the rest of both of our lives.

He pulled back slightly and his eyes held mine, steady and serious “ I am not mad at you” “ You are not embarrassed by me either? You don’t feel embarrassed to be seen with a crazy girl? Embarrassed that I am so fucking messed up…” he shook his head indicating that he isn’t. “ Jake when I look into the mirror, I don’t recognize myself anymore. I don’t feel normal, I have forgotten how it feels to me normal”

I thought she loved me like I did but looks like she is just using me. “You are going to leave for America anyway. So obviously I need a new one. And he is far more better than you" She scoff and left me alone in dumbfounded. A few days ago my father defied to sent me to America. It’s not that I did not protested but I can’t refuse my dad. He is basically a leader of mafia and owner of multinational companies. Its not that my parents are bad or anything. They are the nicest larents i could ever ask for. And since i I am the only child they would do anything for me. maybe that is why they are sending me to america. But Anyway I though we can keep this long distant relationship. Looks like ano

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

She pondered the path she was now willing to tread, a path that required openness, understanding, and a willingness to explore uncharted territories of desire and intimacy. The journey ahead appeared daunting, but Lily felt a sense of empowerment. She realized that embracing Kade's desires and allowing herself to explore this uncharted terrain was not just for his sake—it was also for her own self-discovery. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Lily acknowledged that love, in its truest form, demanded a willingness to understand, accept, and grow together.

Her seductive whisper was pure torture, and I slid my hands down to her hips, holding her still as she moved innocently to adjust her position. "Fuck, I want to. I want to touch you. I want to be inside of you. I want to make you scream my name as you cum all over my cock… but I can't do that, Firefly." I hated myself. I respected and stood by my decision, but I also hated myself. I had the most beautiful woman I had ever seen lying in my bed, pressed against me, asking me to lose myself in her and give her an orgasm, and I was saying no.

Now from the start, it does not interest me at all, I just want Jenna. And it is Jenna that runs circles in my mind. It is absolute tortured bliss. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I can still feel her delicate fingers as she laid them against my sculpted chest. Even though my hands had the desire to flow over her body, I left her untouched. I just want to feel her presence, I want her body to beg for me.