Her Desire Novels & Stories

desire in her eyes? The way her lips parted slightly, her breath hitched for the briefest of seconds... No, I must be imagining things. It couldn't be. But then again, why wouldn’t she desire me? I’m a handsome male, after all, and she’s just a female. Basic instinct. Still, something about the idea didn’t sit right with me. The thought of her wanting me. Her? Sienna? She’s not even close to Alora. Hell, I doubt she even knows what’s going on between us. She’s kept her distance for the most part, just another body occupying space in this house.

Getting that longing and desire in her is what will keep her addicted to me. I step outside and run a hand through my hair. Dahlia is the perfect prey for me. All of the traits I desire are in her: insecure, childish, desperate, and, best of all, easy. She's as pathetic as they come and will make a decent feast for years to come. Too bad she's horrible in bed.

He replied. “Hmm, I don't want to go.” “Don't you want answers? Harrison is going to be there.” He said and she felt her heart skip a beat. Does she really want answers?

She realized it had been years since she’d kissed anyone or truly connected with someone; her life had been overshadowed by chaos. And now, she recognized her years of longing—not just for connection, but for something real and passionate, something she hadn't even realized she craved. "So, the question is..." he said, his gaze fixed on her, filled with desire and longing. "Does the goddess want me?" Her other hand found its way to his neck, gently pulling him closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin sent exhilarating anticipation coursing through her. "I guess she does," she murmured, her words a quiet confession of her desires, surr

Helpless. She curled up on her bed, holding the phone to her chest like it might anchor her to something real, something steady. But all she could feel was the hollow ache blooming in her chest. This wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want stolen kisses behind closed doors. She didn’t want to be someone’s second choice, someone’s plaything. She didn’t want Damien’s intensity burning into her skin, no matter how thrilling it made her feel in the moment. She wanted Derek. She wanted the way he listened, the way he saw her, really saw her—not as a servant, not as a temptation, but as Ryleigh.

she whispers, her eyes meeting mine. Is she feeling the same pull? Does she want me as much as I want her? I grip her even tighter, and she lets out a soft moan. I can smell the desire radiating from her. She wants me. I feel a desperate urge to claim her right here, right now. The scent of her hunger for pleasure fills my senses, making it almost unbearable. “Feel what?” I demand again, curiosity and dominance driving my tone. She looks into my eyes, her voice trembling as she chokes out, “Desire. I desire you… and I don’t know why.” Her words are shaky but honest.

When she had sat back on her knees to catch her breath, he had looked at her with such a fire in his eyes, such a need, and he had kissed her. She tried to resist, knowing that it was wrong, knowing that the whole thing was wrong because he was not her husband. But when she had felt his fingers pinch her nipples, and felt that desire emanating from his skin, she had had no choice but to surrender. All she had wanted for months was to be wanted, and he wanted her more than anything. With a curse, Hesara realized that she was about to come now in the tub, as thoughts of Dante swirled in her brain. She tried to fight them off.

Her smile deepened. “Without desire you mean? You don’t desire me?” She pushed herself up gently, sitting confidently and completely unbothered by her state. “I was actually curious,” she added. “About what?” I asked. “If the rumors were true.” “What rumors?” “That you don’t hesitate…” “That you take whatever you want and need immediately.” “You misunderstood something.” I said. “I don’t take what I don’t want.” That landed the way I wanted it, I saw it in her eyes.

Her hair had already come loose from the bun and her body was still trembling faintly. I couldn’t get enough of her. That much was certain. The want hadn’t eased at all. I knew I was already hooked. She looked wrecked. In the best way. And the sight of it hit hard. I wanted her again already. I wanted to be the reason she looked like that... the only one. I finally moved away from on top of her and she she up slightly, brushing her damp hair out of her face. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, and pulled her into another kiss.

"But I'm willing to do anything to please you, if you'll grant me the chance." Desperation. It was there in the set of her shoulders, in and that desperation was one of the things that turned me on so bad, the way someone would lay their cards on the table, exposing their weakness in the hope that it would buy them favor. I removed my hand from her hair and folded my arms across my chest. "Really?" I asked. She nodded quickly, her eyes bright with the effort of holding back tears. "Show me."