His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

I knew where it had always been. Love. More than I could have ever dreamed, I was crazy and deeply in love with him. The sensation of every puzzle piece clicking into place at once gripped my throat, causing me to gasp. It felt like an unwavering, visceral truth to me. I had no idea that I would feel anything other than want for him. desire I’d become adept at concealing. I hadn’t expected to find him captivating, enchanting, and enigmatic. I hadn’t expected to want to sleep with him, wake up with him, and be with him always.

Worst case, I'll become lazy and quit my job because I'm exhausted. "Then what will we do with this big house if it's just us? Think again, dear. Think of your deepest desires. I know you want a family. Your deepest desires are the same as mine." Asher persuaded me again. I sneered and picked up my bag. I left our room first. I'd rather wait in the car and turn the music up loud than listen to Asher ramble about having kids. I thought he only wanted one, and this morning, his wish grew to three children.

His grip was tight, almost desperate, as if he was afraid she would disappear. “I thought—” His voice broke, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I thought I was going to lose you.” She pressed a hand against his chest, feeling the wild beat of his heart. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” His lips crashed into hers. It wasn’t gentle or slow. It was raw, hungry, filled with every emotion he couldn’t voice. She melted into him, her fingers gripping his jacket as he backed her against the car. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his need, his desperation, and it ignited something deep within her. The fear, the adrenaline—it all mixed int

Her imagination ran wild, craving the intensity of his affections, as if her very being longed to be engulfed in the flames of his passion. The mere thought of him exploring every curve and contour of her body, skillfully navigating the realms of pleasure, ignited an insatiable yearning within her, like an empty vessel craving to be filled. The thoughts were driving her crazy with desire. Arianna just did not know what she had gotten by marrying Lucas. Tossing her apron towards a nearby sofa, she straightened her skirt. Using her hands, she combed down her auburn hairs. Staring through the peep hole of the door with anticipation dancing her gaze, she was left stunned at the person that was a

Arya's face slowly softened as she stared at him with admiration. "With you Arya, I want more, matter of fact, I want it all, I want to be exclusive with you, I want to love you unconditionally, most of all, I want forever with you Arya, I want to get married to you, bear adorable children with you, I want to to have and build a beautiful family with you, I want my future to have you plastered all over it, Arya you have no idea how badly I want you in my life," he poured out, his voice calm at the same time laced with frustration.

“The tension between what someone wants… and what they allow themselves to act on.” My lips curved slightly. Restraint. Interesting choice of word. Because if there was one thing I wanted to test… it was exactly that. Could he really resist me? Or was that calm, controlled professor act just a fragile mask? I tilted my head, raising my hand slightly. “Yes?” Jeff said. “I have a question about the poem.” “Go ahead.” I leaned forward a little. “When writers talk about longing,” I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?”

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.