His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

If only, she knew his darkest desires, if only she would grant them if he did get the courage to voice it out loud. **~~**

With so much fire of desire in his eyes, he stared and glorified my almost naked body beneath him. His kisses found my neck, buried his lips there, and when he was done with it, he went down to my jawline and to my lips once again. He bit my lower lip, teasing me. I could almost beg to feel deeper! I wanted all of him! I wanted him to fill me! I needed to feel him completely inside me! "Ahhh!" I panted when he bit my neck as he slowly entered his hand on my panties. He touched me down there while still not leaving my neck that's why the fire inside of me flamed to the highest degree, and it made me almost impatient because of so much anticipation!

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

My body shudder, I still want him but I'm scared that this may not last. Under the table, my legs parts open, just a little. No. I can't go on like this not with my mother standing right there. I've always wanted Knox for myself. I should be happy I'm finally getting want I want but instead, I feel like I'm drowning in some deep shit.

It was as if my entire life had been muted, played in black and white, and suddenly, he turned the saturation up to a painful, impossible level. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to confront the terrifying realization: The desire I felt for Igor was not fleeting lust; it was a deep, consuming need for connection, a desperate longing to breach the impenetrable armor of a man who terrified me. I didn't just want him sexually; I wanted his focus, his brilliance, his dangerous attention. I didn't realize I was queer. I didn’t realize I was capable of feeling this kind of absolute, reckless obsession. All those years of casual encounters with women were just a pale imitation of the violent, raw tr

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

Bill’s voice rang around them amidst the howling and slapping winds that sounded hollow and terrorizing. Bill sat across from her on his knees. He effortlessly slid his fingers under her chin and elevated her mouth near his. As his gaze intently stared at them with visible desires, he whispered, “All I want is you. From your smiles to kisses, touches to caresses… I want them all to myself. Not to Ethan, not to that ratchet best friend of yours.” His words sting. He was insulting him beyond what Ava had done. But to be honest, was this any different from what she had said? Her humiliation was covered by some veneration unlike this.