Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

My heart had usurped my mind, rendering me helpless in the face of my burgeoning desire. I'm lost in the haze of desire, my mind foggy and overwhelmed by the primal urge to surrender to him. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, his fingers tracing patterns on my face as if branding me as his. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst free from its confines as I realized he was not just claiming me, he was consuming me.

My heart pounded like a drum, every beat thrumming through my body. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as I bottomed out. I held there for a second, feeling her warmth, savoring the way she clenched around me. I started to move, slow at first, deliberate. My hands cradled her face as I kissed her, our tongues meeting. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails raking lightly as she urged me on. "Harder," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Please fuck me harder."

The memory of Serena washed over him, carrying with it a bittersweet ache that had dulled over time. Wyatt’s heart had once beat wildly for Serena, his former love and fiancée. But her betrayal shattered his trust and left him broken and devastated. The wounds she inflicted upon him ran deep, tarnishing his ability to trust others or even allow himself to love again. Though he no longer loved Serena, the scars she left behind were a constant reminder of the pain and the walls he had built around his heart.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

I stay silent trying to understand the constant shift of my emotions. “I don’t understand my feelings for you but I do know there is no one I want other than you. That woman meant nothing to me Jamie, but… but you mean something… please.” He steps closer to me, moving his hands dramatically, desperation is in his tone. I want to scream at all the different thoughts pulling me toward a different answer! I never understood all those heartfelt movies that talk about listening to your heart but now I do. Sometimes there’s too many answers, and too many wrong answers. And sometimes there are too many questions, and no answers at all, and they are all overcrowding your thoughts in all different vo

“I want you desperate.” He went back in, devouring me again. This time he added a third finger, stretching me open while his tongue worked my clit relentlessly. I was moaning loudly, my hips grinding desperately against his face, completely lost in the sensation. He brought me right to the edge again… then stopped. I whimpered pathetically. “Damien… please…” He stood up, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices, and kissed me so deeply I could taste myself on his tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against my lips. “I could eat you for hours.”

he had snarled. Her cries and the way she bucked her back against him begging for more… It was raw, filthy and everything our marriage has never been. My shock faded to fury but that lingering heat? It's still there coiling tight in my gut as I shift on my seat. God, why can't I shake it off? My thighs press together under the table but it's of no use as my ache between my legs pulses with every vivid flash. His damn cock sliding out, slick and veined before slamming back in stretching her wide.

She mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer, making his heart skip. God, he thought. She’s dangerous. Not in the way bullets were, or betrayals. She was dangerous because... she made him feel things he’d buried a long time ago. He didn’t want to move,Didn’t want this moment to end. And for once, Damon Williams the ruthless, untouchable billionaire wasn’t thinking about power or revenge he was thinking about the fragile woman on his bed who was wearing his shirt and seducing him without trying. Ivy groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, only to find Damon staring at her.