Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

He felt his heart stutter, his wolf howling in a vacuum of agony, but he kept his eyes locked on hers. "Focus on me!" Ash commanded, his voice a raw, bleeding thing. "Touch me, Rhea! Use me to ground yourself!" He collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the obsidian pillar. Their chains tangled, silver on silver, creating a cage of metal and lust. The Hex of Desire, triggered by the proximity and the ritual's violence, exploded between them. It was a desperate, reckless night of touch and pain, a collision of two souls trying to find a way back to each other through a wall of fire.

And more— I wanted more. But… I wasn’t ready. “It’s Pink Hearts and Sunshine series by April Dove.” My mouth managed to sputter out. “See, that wasn’t hard, was it?” Dante’s grinned, victory written all over his face, but his eyes held disappointment, and I wanted to beat myself up. He had wanted me to be stubborn; he wanted me to refuse his request. He wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss him. Unfortunately for both of us, I had made our wish to not come true.

Fourteen Florence’s chest heaved as she nodded her head, her lips parted slightly. Her hands, trembling slightly, reached out to accept the envelope. She and Heath had connected through a sugar daddy website called SecretBenefits, a topic frequently discussed among her fellow female college students as a means to add more to their income on platforms like FansOnly. Their initial encounter had been immediate, and Heath had wasted no time in expressing his desires to marry. While hesitant, Florence’s dire financial situation had compelled her to consider the proposal.

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

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.

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

He had not used it after that. He sank into his office chair and his aim was to start working on the millions of files before him but his mind failed him by derailing to the thoughts of his life. What had he been doing? What did he need? He had been thoroughly hunting for love,for a life partner,but the results so far wasn't satisfactory. Women had jilted him for no reason after they got what they wanted. Money.

But he took hold of each of her hands and removed them from the covering of her chest. “My God, you’re beautiful!” he uttered as its eyes trailed over her body. “K-Kenneth, don’t…” she croaked as she tried to hold on to sanity. Seeing the raw desire on his face, Candy knew he was unstoppable. His head descended and his mouth found her nipple. He touched it with the tip of his tongue, withdrew, did it again. Candy trembled as the blissful ache of desire kindled low in her abdomen. Its burning lips engulfed his whole being. He suckled her, nibbled her, teased the sensitive nubs with his tongue.

My heart is thundering, the beat hammering in my chest like an alarm. It's warning me—warning me to shield my heart, to build a wall around it before someone tears it apart. But when his arm tightens around me, pulling me close, my heart leaps with excitement. And that’s when I know—I’m in deep, deep trouble. A tear almost excapes my eye. My heart desires to kiss the man in front of me. To touch him. To have him all for myself.