Hearts Of Desire Novels & Stories

Clothes came off piece by piece on the way to the bedroom. The large bed waited for them. Anderson lay down and the women joined him. This night felt different. It carried emotion along with desire. Maya kissed him with ambition and love. Eve brought her fiery passion. Jenny added sweet tenderness. They explored each other with care. Anderson entered Maya slowly while Eve and Jenny kissed her body. Then he moved to Eve and thrust with strong need. Jenny rode him gently while the others touched them both. The room filled with moans and whispers of affection.

My heart is racing, my pulse pounding in my ears as I slowly lower Desiree onto the soft, silk-covered sheets. Her eyes never leave mine as I begin to undress her, my fingers trembling with anticipation. I peel away her blouse, revealing the delicate curve of her shoulders, the lace of her bra peeking out from beneath. I kiss each inch of exposed skin, my lips leaving trails of heat in their wake. Desiree's hands find my waist, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt as she pulls me closer. I can feel her heart racing against mine, the wild beat echoing the frantic desire that's coursing through my veins.

To mark me with his hands, abuse me with his teeth and devour me with his kiss. There is something seriously wrong with what is happening inside of me right now. Possessed. Owned. Controlled. I want to feel all of those things and I want to feel them with him. It’s a terrifying thought. Passion unfurls deep inside my chest, spreading roots of delicious desire throughout my limbs. What the hell is happening to me? My lips move fast as I whisper his name in a mindless chant full of abandon.

And in place of it was a look that made my heart race. It was desire, so pure and intense that it sent heat rushing to my core.

Give me all of you, oh Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard...' He deepened the kiss, their eyes shut as they succumbed to the mutual emotions which had overpowered them. Baring all the fucking cards to each other.

It mattered to her what her friend thought about her. “Are just going to be quiet Grace?” “I don’t know what to say… I’ve never heard of such a situation… and I was kind of sure that Cane loves you as much as you love him. What did he really want?” “He doesn’t love me… he wants me to understand him and agree to play along but that would only make me his mistress” Clare’s face became sunken and tears bubbled up at the edges of her eyes. She looked like she had no more tears in her even though she wanted so badly to cry.

As we kissed, he rummaged through the desk drawers, searching for something. "Damn, I don't have a condom here," he murmurs. Do it like that: I moved onto his lap, looking for a little friction with his jeans. " Penny....." he whispered, his voice low and husky. I'll take a pill later, please, my voice barely above a whisper. A flicker of intensity shone in his eyes, and she grasped my hair tightly. "Do you want me to fill you that much, Blondy?" his voice dripping with desire.

The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race, pushing me to give in even further to the flames that roar between us. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with yearning. The sincerity in his words strikes a chord deep within me, melting away any lingering hesitations. I lean down, capturing his mouth once more, pouring every ounce of my desire into that kiss, every inch of my body begging for more.

He slams the door and locked it. “Where did we stop love?” he asks. “Arreee…we” I stuttered as I was going to ask a question. He puts his finger on my lips. “I will be doing the questioning” he said looking into my eyes with a piercing and seductive look. His voice now sounds so low and seductive, I want to get used by him. Then he kisses me again, passionate, and filled with desire. I want him, I shouldn’t want him so much. I shouldn’t desire a man I don’t know so well. But I do.

“You’re everything my parents warned me against. You’re secretive, but you’re also honest. I feel wholly protected by you, but then you scare me more than anyone I’ve ever known. You’re a bad boy, but when I dated a so-called good one, he turned out to be the devil, so, yeah, I don’t get you because you’re not what I expected. You drive me crazier than anyone I’ve ever met, but then you make me feel complete. I’m feeling things I don’t quite know how to process and that makes me want to run. I don’t want to give up something that might be really, really good, but I also don’t want to be stupid and fall for a boy just because he’s super pretty and makes me come.” He shrugged, his nonchalance