Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

Her Desire, No Rules! Intro; She's the star dancer at an exclusive club, known for the way she teases but never lets anyone touch. But when a powerful, dangerous man books her for a private session, she realizes he's not the kind to take no for an answer. His hands, his voice, his money makes him the man that owns the moment and by the time her knees hit the leather couch, she's breaking her own rule, drowning in desire as he fucks her like she's his.

Allison said pulling away from the hug, She pulled Xalia to sit on the couch and held her both hands. “First, there are some things you need to know about your husband. You have no idea who you are married to.” “Huh?” “Draven Wade, Draven Wade is… “

She tasted like whiskey and heat and something wild. Charlotte tried to push him once… very weakly, but then melted into him. Her heart was pounding, her knees shaking. She didn’t even know what she was feeling anymore. Anger, desire, confusion… all mixed together in the same breath. When he finally pulled back, their foreheads stayed pressed together. Both of them were breathing hard. “You drive me insane” he whispered against her lips. “Do you know that?” Her eyes fluttered open. “Good,” she said softly, breathless. “Because that is exactly how you make me feel”

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

"It shouldn't be attractive. It's deeply concerning that it is." "I could take offense to that." "You could." She pressed her palm flat against his chest, over the fading scar from the safehouse bullet, over the steady drum of his heartbeat beneath it. "Or you could just accept that I've apparently decided I'm not choosing between the danger and the tenderness anymore. I want both. I want all of you, exactly as you actually are."

"God of Sex here goes your Angel of desire, I want to feel you I want to look at you I like you very much, I already want to feel your hands caressing me, well thanks to life that put me to this man with deep blue eyes that kill me with desire. She went out walking happily, wiggling sensually, until she reached where the meeting was going to take place, one entered from one side and the other from the other side. Mark entered a place where it was half lit, he only heard a voice that pointed out to him where he had to stand. "God of sex please stand where the red heart is, do not move while your partner Angel of desire does her work, then she will stand on the other heart and you will do the

He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them. He was very handsome. And he somehow made me very uncomfortable. Although I never got the bad vibes from him. I was not the talking type of girl, So he made me super nervous especially with his friends, and some people looking at us. "Uh- I have to go" I soft and sternly said as he frowned. I saw it from my peripheral view as I looked at the end of the hallway. "Were you hurt? What's that?" He asked his hand reaching for the book which I pressed against my bust and my body almost jumped as he harshly pulled it back. I felt exposed. And embarrassed. I could feel my clumsy hands shake as he stared at my ch

His heart belonged to Laura, and nothing she could do would ever change that. A shiver ran down her spine as she considered her options. Could he actually be obsessed with Laura? Had she misread everything, believing Ethan had feelings for her? All this time, she’d convinced herself that she could replace Laura in his life. But now, the truth was clear—Ethan’s desire for her had been purely physical, a fleeting distraction. And now that the illusion had shattered, all that remained was his unrelenting need to get Laura back.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.