Her Desire Novels & Stories

“Because I am still in love with you Emily. You must be so blind to not have guessed that.” I needed to tell her something. Love was far from what I felt for her. But a part of me knows that I can have her just at the tip of my fingers. It was very easy to control Emily. All these other ladies out there want a part of my money. But Emily, all she craves for is the love and affection from any man who could give that to her, and I can give that to her. I guess. ‘This is not love. And I know that I do not want this anymore.”

Where do you want to go? I looked at her, my breath caught in my chest. I had a plan, a cunning one, if shed play along with it. I, uh, I want a favor from you. Please. Alright? she said, a darkened eyebrow arched at me questioningly. I want you to take me to that club. The gentlemens club. I want to see what its like in there. What the men are like, what happens with the women. I really, really want to find out for myself.

It turned out he was not indifferent to everything; she was just not the person who could ignite his passion. The tragedy was that she had fallen too deeply and realized the truth far too late. She had wasted so many years on him in vain. Lost in her memories, Caitlin did not notice the complex and meaningful expression that had settled on Roxanne's face. After their conversation, Caitlin already regarded Roxanne as someone she could confide in. She summoned her courage and slowly voiced a question that had been troubling her for a long time. It was a question she had never voiced aloud, not even to those closest to her.

But the hunger to hold back, to watch her come apart piece by piece… that burns hotter. “Where’s the fun in giving you what you want, exactly when you want it?”

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

she finally whispered, her pride crumbling beneath her need. "Please what?" I asked, enjoying her desperation. "What do you want, kitten? Say it." Her face flushed with embarrassment, but her desire was stronger than her shame. "Please fuck me." "Who do you want to fuck you?" I pushed, needing to hear her say it. "Say my name." Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of hatred and desperate need. "Dante." "And what am I to you?" I pressedn. She hesitated, the reality of our situation momentarily breaking through the haze of lust. But it was too late for those concerns—too late for either of us to turn back.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had felt his desire. That was still sitting in her chest, enormous and specific, ten thousand years of patience finally abandoned, directed entirely at her with a completeness that left no room for misunderstanding. He wanted her the way she wanted him, with the same hunger and the same recognition and the same refusal to pretend it was something smaller than it was. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had never been wanted like that in her life. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Desire was no longer something physical — it was an overwhelming force. She consumed him. The image of her appeared without permission. Naked. Lying on the grass, her red hair spread like an invitation to ruin. Her arms outstretched, her body warm and offered. She was calling him, between fear and desire, begging him to take her. The scene was so vivid he could swear he heard her. “She wants to be fucked, Dmitry… Until she loses her mind. She wants your scent, your taste… She wants you coming inside her and marking her from within!”

Then unexpectedly, he laughed. And God help her— he looked unfairly attractive when he did that. “I don’t,” he answered finally. “Good.” “But I prefer clarity.” Serena crossed her arms tighter. “Well let me clarify too then.” One of his brows lifted slightly. “I’m here for your daughter,” she said firmly. “Not your money. Not your last name. And definitely not whatever ego you’re carrying around.” For one dangerous second, silence filled the hallway. Then instead of getting angry— Kael stepped closer. He did not touch her but enough for Serena to suddenly become very aware of how tall he was. Very aware of how good he smelled.

It was down to her waist but I was not sure because she was lying flat on the floor and I was on top of her. Her soft slender hand gripped my forearm, my muscles rippled at her contact. She was more beautiful than the description of Aphrodite and Psyche. She parted her soft luscious lips when my sculpted chest shifted against her soft feminine front. I smirked at her. Fuck! I want to have her. I want to feel the taste of those plum little petals which were her lips.