His Deepest Desire Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Nicole moaned as the ecstasy she felt increased. She grabbed his head and dug her nails deep into his thick brown hair. His broad shoulders welcomed her, and the only thing separating them was their clothes, which she couldn't wait to rip off. "I want you deep inside me, I want you to rip me off with the fire of your affection. Please, Abel, eat me, eat me with your luscious tongue. Please your sweet fire is burning me down and I can't wait to be consumed by it" Abel grinned he knew that she couldn't resist him. He was like a spell cast to destroy her and she couldn't do anything more, but dance to his tunes. This is the moment he enjoys most.

I would never want her to feel the same way. “Eve, I don’t know where I came from. I have no memories of my childhood. I get these nightmares 5 nights a week and I only dream about one specific guy.” “Do you know who that guy is?” I stare at her. Even though I do tell her, it may cause unwanted hype that I really don’t need right now, so I lie. “No, Eve, I don’t. It’s always the same dream. It’s always the same people, the same place, that same…. That same blood moon, those witches.”

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

I felt a burst of electricity sizzle down my spine as liquid heat gushed out of me, mixing with his. The aftermath of our desires overflowed out of me and dripped from my thighs and into the sheets. "Uhh," I moaned. He didn't stop slowly thrusting into me, prolonging my pleasure. He drove me higher into the precipice only to let me shatter as he let me drop. My soul shattered as I crashed so hard into the ground when he whispered into my ears. "Riva..."

Anahita's POV I can't stop my tears now. I am sitting in a taxi. The taxi driver gave me a strange vibe. I asked him to drop me off at the train station. I bought a ticket for the earliest train that leaves in half an hour. I hugged the bag that I only had. I am alone again. There was a time in everyone's life when they were afraid of bare bones, rotted to the ground, wanted to throw up, give up on their desires, or run and hide. I promised my brother that I would be safe. It seems my decisions are destined to be proven wrong.

It spiked my blood pressure. "Who wants to know?" I asked and turned to him. He had fully grown, well-trimmed beards, a pair of shallow eyeballs, a long nose and wide nostrils. His lips were black as night and the upper one hung out slightly above the lower one. His pupils were as pale as the Moon and his corneas were as white as peace. "I'm Kelvin, Son of..." he stopped. "Son of who? A gun or a bitch?" I asked him with a smirk.

She would drag me right back. “A man I should never want… never dream of…” There was a long silence from the other side of the grille. “Maria…” he said, as if testing the name in the air. “Say it properly,”he added, not harsh, just steady. “Don’t hide it in fragments.” I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But the desire to confess, to have him know, was a twisted, powerful urge. It overpowered the shame. “I imagine…” I whispered, my voice dropping so low it was almost inaudible. “I—imagine it’s… you, Father.”

I slowly closed my eyes, letting myself to feel the delicacy of his lips but he was still over my lips. Not moving further or taking a step back, like he was waiting for me to show him what he should do. Losing my senses in the desire to feel him I moved my hands to his neck and whispered, "Roy, Do what your heart seeks." To which he shared his darkest desire; what he never accepted before immediately. "It wants you... "