His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

"You are crazy and madly delusional, I tell you. In a frenzy, we rolled and grappled on the floor, each one of us driven by our own strong desires; mine was the desire to attain my freedom as quickly as I possibly could no matter how much strength it would take me to achieve that goal, while Chase's desires were the selfish intentions of keeping me in his grasps for the rest of both of our lives.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire

But like a curse etched into his soul, a desperate cry torn from the deepest part of him. And that I love you breaks me. Makes me tremble inside. Because it’s real. Because after everything, we still know how to love. My tears mix with sweat. My nails dig into his back. And my body collapses into his—wrecked, delirious, full. We stay like that, breathing the same air, drenched in desire and in that heat that’s no longer just lust, but something deeper. More lasting. A fire that won’t go out.

And somewhere deep inside, a hint of desire I don’t want to acknowledge. What does he want from me?

I confide in him. My gaze lingers, highlighting his 5 o'clock stubble that travels up his throat, spreading across his chiselled jawline. "We can assist one another; tell me your greatest desire and I'll see if I can act as your favourable genie and grant you your wish." He speaks in a serious tone, but his eyes sparkle with amusement. "What is my greatest desire?" I murmur as I avert my gaze from his. My greatest wish is to make Trent pay for all the nightmares he has inflicted on others with his life. I desire that he suffer. I want my hazel green eyes to be the final set he gazes into before the light in his eyes is lost forever.

Surrender had not diminished her; paradoxically, it had filled her. “I didn’t know,” she whispered at last. “I didn’t know that was what I wanted. What I needed.” “The deepest desires rarely announce themselves with words. They whisper through the skin. Through the tension in the body when you avoid a certain gaze. Through the way you breathe when you hear a particular voice.” He shifted, sitting up in bed and pulling her to face him. His gaze was different now. The mask of absolute control had softened, giving way to an expression of intense, almost reverent contemplation.

"Don't act as I'm pulling teeth out of your mouth. Don't you desire me? I certainly desire you...." From where did this all came from? He face me "oh...I desire you. I desire you when I wake up in the morning, when I feel you near, smell you, touch you. I desire you wildly when I see you without much clothing on. when you smile. Resisting​ you is the most difficult thing I ever had to endure. To me you are perfect and all I want to is kiss your body from head to toe and give you the pleasure you never thought possible to feel." His has his eyes red and his breathing's fast.

Amelia sighed; that was such a lovely dream; she would wish very hard for it to come true. Unfortunately, at the back of her mind was another dream. It didn't help that the man in her tea-room dream kept changing faces from a sexy dark smouldering one, to a gorgeous sexy blonde one. She knew that no matter how hard she wished, her deepest desire would never come true.

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

Abel heard her sweet voice and trembled. He vaguely gazed at Avery's massive black hair, his frosty eyes warm, and his gaze became softer. The more he looked at her, the more his stare became lustful. He thought, how could she be so happy and free-spirited? While he feels sad and empty. Abel stared at Avery so intensively that his soul burned with an unquenchable desire. He folded his long sleeves shrit and picked the oil tray. He pulled the massive hair that covered her back aside, exposing her tanned skin to his lustful eyes.