Her Desire Novels & Stories

She was desperate for more. What was worse for her was that she began to suspect that Desiree was also getting some of Frank's amazing loving. She knew that Desiree had looked at Frank the same way she had, and suddenly Desiree was walking around on cloud nine. Clearly she was getting some amazing sex, but she refused to talk about it.

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

Then, her gaze reached a pair of tempting lips, which Sophia knew were not only used for eating and speaking, but could also lead her to a place that was both distant and close, called pleasure. Sophia could have rejected him, but the problem was… she wanted it so much. The words she had spoken earlier were only meant to soothe her husband's ego, never imagining it would end up like this. “If you refuse, I’ll leave now. Being here with you in this situation is desperate for me,” Albert whispered in front of Sophia’s face. His eyes, darkened with desire, were fixed on her slightly parted lips. "Desperate?" Sophia murmured. "Hm. Desperate because I want you so much."

she says, and my chest tightens with fear. She begins to walk towards the seat I am stuck to with a glass of water in hand. “I know you must be happy,” she blurts out as she slumps down into a chair across from me. I lift my head to look at her, my eyes narrowing in question. She gulps the water and sets the glass down then crosses her legs while staring piercingly at me. “Your greatest desire is to escape Nikolai and be with Jesse. With the number of people wanting him dead, I'm sure you'll be pleased,” she says.

About anyone. The admission was hesitant and for a second he didn’t understand it. “You mean…desire?” he asked. Slowly, she nodded. “I haven’t met anyone I wanted before. Not like this.” There was a brilliant flash of gold as she glanced at him. “Not like…you.”

She sighed, falling back in her chair. "Can I come over and say Hi to him? What does he like to eat?" "Like seriously girl, what does she see in that loser?" I scoffed, switching her phone on. "Um, hot body. Can't you tell?" She smirked, acting naughty. I groaned at her and dropped my eyes on her phone, saying while scrolling over to F******k, "You girls think that dummy is so hot like your fantasy man. Trust me, he's a weirdo!"

"Danielle, stop being so stubborn. If you help Maya, I'll grant you your long-held wish." I forced an expressionless smile. "How noble. But I don't even know what wish you can help me grant." "Stop pretending. Haven't you always wanted me to sleep with you? If you help Maya, not only will I sleep with you, but... I'll even allow you to have my child." Andre's tone was impatient, as if he thought he was being incredibly generous. "I know that guy is a nobody. You were just using him to make me jealous. Once this calms down, I'll give you what you've always wanted."

“I tried to raise the money. I asked around. I checked every option I could think of. Nothing worked. Not fast enough, anyway.” We reached the stairs and began descending. “So I went back to him,” she finished. “Because I didn’t have another choice.” The words settled between us. Some of the anger I had felt earlier loosened, replaced by something more complicated. I understood that kind of desperation. I had felt it myself standing in front of the notice board with an F staring back at me. “I get it,” I said quietly. She looked at me then, really looked, as if trying to decide whether I meant it. After a second she gave a small, tired nod.

I reached up pressing my fingers against his lips hushing him as I could feel him shiver under my touch while I leaned forward brushing my breasts against his chest. “Jim isn't here,” I murmured. “And Jim doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve me. I'm so tired of playing the ‘perfect wife,’ Blake. I want to be something else. I want to be ruined.” Blake looked at me in shock which I could seen him fighting between his loyalty for Jim and his hunger for me for so many years as I could feel him breaking at my hard nipples and the way my hips curved. Suddenly the power flipped as Blake gripped my throat— not enough to choke me but to pin me firmly against the wall.