Fragile Desires Novels & Stories

Things would have been a whole lot different. “How about my happiness,dad?” she started. The tears brewing in her eyes began to trickle down her cheek. “What about my goals? My desires?” She burst into tears, burying her head in her palm. “Lyla, desperate times call for desperate measures. We need this now. Your goals,your desires,they're going nowhere love” he managed to get her to face him. He took her hands in his palm, rubbing them gently with a fatherly smile engulfing his face. His eyes were already getting clouded with tears which were stubborn to let go.

His finger moved faster now, delving deeper, stroking in a rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of her heart. Elara writhed beneath him, her whole body alive with sensation, her moans becoming short, sharp cries. “Please…” she gasped, her voice thick with desire, her fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him closer. Her legs rose higher, wrapping around his waist, pulling him even tighter against her. He pulled back, just for a moment, to look into her eyes, dark with passion. His own eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive love. “Ready, my Elara?” he whispered, his voice rough with his own rising desire.

Instead, there are three unhappy people stuck in a triangle. I never want to be the source of pain for anyone. I decided if I took myself out of the equation, they might actually have a chance. I just needed time to get over him. Once I do, I will never let him in again. he can be with Elisabeth; I would not mind at all. My heart was too damn fragile for this.

His voice, tinged with vulnerability, barely managed to navigate its way to the ears of the listener, a faint plea hanging in the air like a fragile thread. "Don't let go," he implored, his words delicate as a fragile petal, a secret meant for only those willing to strain their ears to hear. "Promise me," he continued, his voice a mere trace, a soft murmur woven into the fabric of the surrounding stillness, "that once the tapestry of your desires is woven to perfection, you won't unravel the connection that binds us."

And that gave me something I didn’t deserve. Hope. When she whispered against my lips, barely audible— “Take me to the bed…” I didn’t hesitate. I carried her there, laying her down carefully despite everything inside me screaming to lose control. She looked up at me like I was the only thing in her world. And for a second… I believed it. I forced myself to slow down; to breathe, to think. Because this wasn’t just a desire, this was fragile, she was fragile. I moved down, tracing her body with my hands, memorizing her all over again like I hadn’t already done it a thousand times before.

A few moments later, it came to my senses that I might have crashed her, but I knew she was okay as she ran her fingers on my back, but she hadn’t said a word. “You okay?” I planted a kiss on her lips. “If you think you broke me, don’t worry. I’m not that fragile.” “I think having five orgasms would never count you as fragile.” I pulled her into my arms. “Oh, God.” I could feel her eyes rolling. “You’re gonna use that against me, aren’t you?” “It depends.” “On what?” “If you will give me what I want.” “What exactly do you want?”

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

My heart ached, she looked so fragile, so serene as she lay there. Without even thinking,I picked her up rushed to my car and took her to the nearest hospital. Weeks went by slowly and I never left her side, it's like something about her was drawing me towards her, telling me not to leave her side. I was outside talking to my father over the phone, who said he wanted me back home in Asia to handle some other businesses there and I was vacillating on whether to stay with this stranger or go back home. When I went back to the room, she was awake and looked more beautiful even though her hair looked like a bird's nest, she has tender brown skin, thin lips, brown eyes with long eye lashes and b

All I desire is a life lived with you. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET NO one told me that an unfulfilled desire can make you go crazy. Why am I saying that? Because I think I was turning into one. The smallest of things were making me angry and the barest of touches from him were making me mad with the way I hungered for him. All I wanted was to grab a fistful of his dark hair and lose myself in those sherry eyes and have all those fantasies that were keeping me awake at night come true. To finally have what I couldn’t for the last two years and for the days that I spent in my captivity.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire