His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

‘Sit up ren make this fucker burn’ Phoenix says with malice in her voice. So I try and it works as I look around the room I spot Levi in the corn of the room with fear and joy in his eyes. “How dare you” I growl out. But my voice doesn’t even sound like my own. “ y…you n.needed t.to c.come h.home” he studders out. A deep menacing growl come from deep in my chest making the joy leave his eyes. As I take a step towards him. My body fully engulfed in flames with many colors mixed in.

"Can you lower your voice down? A gorgeous man like me shouldn't be deaf because of your ugly high pitched voice." Looks like this Klyde Aero Morrison is a boastful person. "And, yes. I looked into your personal data and background. But clarrification--- why the h*ck would I fell in love with you? You're not even my type." He sounded like he's disguted on me. Well I'm more disgusted on him! "Yeah whatever," I butt in. "How do you know me so well?" I asked narrowing my eyebrows and scanning his facial expressions. "And how did you know I was up to something at Uncle's office?" I added.

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

“Tell me your deepest desires. The ones you’ve never dared to speak.” I closed my eyes, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The truth burned in my chest, shame and arousal twisting together. “I… I want you to fuck me hard,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “I want you to take me in every way, to use me like the sinner I am!” His fingers trailed lower, teasing the entrance to my cunt but not entering. “More,” he demanded. “Tell me everything.” My voice broke. “I want you to choke me. I want you to slap my tits, pull my hair, fuck my mouth until I choke on your cock!”

I admit, eager to uncover my deepest fantasy, as even I am unsure of what it might be. My desire once revolved around having my own healing keep, but I doubt that's sensual enough to keep me in the dark. “Ah, Lana, why not wait until I bring it to life,” he teases, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Despite his deflective response, the memory of his deepest fantasy, vivid and untamed, lingers in my mind. My heart races at the mere thought, and I struggle to suppress my throbbing core. “I want to bring your deepest fantasy to life too,” I murmur to him.

It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough. I crave more. It's an unquenched thirst that refuses to be sated. Your whole world revolves around them while they do not know of your existence. I want to be closer to him, so close that want to just bury him beneath my skin. Kai, Do you know how much I want to see you bleed? I also want you to see me bleed and paint my blood across your face and mark you so that the others will know that you're mine! Everyone has a dream, unconscious thoughts and desires, something they want to hold on to, cherish, and are afraid to lose.

All I desire is a life lived with you. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET NO one told me that an unfulfilled desire can make you go crazy. Why am I saying that? Because I think I was turning into one. The smallest of things were making me angry and the barest of touches from him were making me mad with the way I hungered for him. All I wanted was to grab a fistful of his dark hair and lose myself in those sherry eyes and have all those fantasies that were keeping me awake at night come true. To finally have what I couldn’t for the last two years and for the days that I spent in my captivity.

I can't even express in words how I'm controlling my deep desire to touch every inch of her body. If only she could read my mind, she would know how desperately every part of me desires her. My body becomes searing hot, and every cell in my body yearns to have her when she is around me. Every night, I have a dream where she is screaming my name, lying beneath me, and my desire to do all the dirty and wild things is being fulfilled. God! It's getting unbearable with each passing day. I'm longing to fuck my best friend, and it's driving me insane that she isn't aware of it.

“Because of your job. It’s dangerous, I get it.” He steps toward me, closing the gap he seemed so interested in maintaining. I sit perfectly still, frightened I’m going to frighten him away accidentally. “The only person I have any desire to be with is you. And I can’t have that,” he murmurs. The pure intensity of the truth takes me aback. He looks tempted to grab me and take me away from this life, so we can be together elsewhere, where neither of us have any obligations. I even feel tempted to take that offer.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.