His Desire Novels & Stories

He was just so damn sexy. "Yes, I am. Can I ask something of you?" I looked at my towel a little nervous about his response. "Anything." He pulled my waist to him and I stood there staring up to his cold blue eyes. "If you have other women will stop fucking me. I can't be some side girl, Niko. Not ever! I need to feel wanted, even if it is just lust filled." "I don't want anyone else. I told you that and my want isn't only filled with lust. Mostly desire to fuck this tight pussy, but not only that." He kissed my forehead then moved to the door.

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

Because the desire that’s consuming me is as real as the guilt. And the city… the city burns. And I’m right at the center of the fire. Between the man who loves me tenderly... and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

“You keep calling me yours, but I’m not.” “You will be.” “Why?” I asked. “Why me? What is it about me that makes you so sure you can just… own me?” He took a step closer, his eyes soft but too focused. “Because when I saw you, I saw the fire in you and the wildness, and I knew right then, that I couldn’t let you go.” “That’s not love,” I said flatly. “I never said it was,” he replied. “Love is fickle. People fall in and out of it, but desire? Claiming something beautiful and keeping it, that’s real.”

The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race, pushing me to give in even further to the flames that roar between us. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with yearning. The sincerity in his words strikes a chord deep within me, melting away any lingering hesitations. I lean down, capturing his mouth once more, pouring every ounce of my desire into that kiss, every inch of my body begging for more.

he said turning round to the wardrobe checking which outfit to wear,l paused my mind flooding with forgotten memories,stepbrother l now have a brother,l felt a spark of happiness in me but unsure of it,l have been craving to have a brother or sister when l was home but didn't get as my mom only gave birth to me,back then l always felt lonely and sad each time mom and dad goes to work as l had no brother or sister to play withl always wished l would have one someday but never thought that will only be after my mom's death,now here is one standing right in front of me,not just an ordinary one but a handsome one at that, he's every girls dream,l smiled admiring his sexy body as he was busy che

he exclaims, like a boy obsessed with his Christmas toys. His tongue flips over my flesh, feverishly tasting my skin. He suckles on me, getting rougher and rougher as his libido takes over, almost roaring with delight. He tugs on my tits, forcefully consuming my naked body. My pussy stabs at me, daddy Santa's lust leaking into me, electrifying all my nerves. It makes me horny and incredibly impatient. Desire is a word that could never describe what I want daddy Santa to do to my body right this instant!

"That sounds suspiciously like a list of things you don't want." "Then let me try again." He paused. "I want a life with you. I want to know what makes you happy when no one is watching. I want to be there when Barry loses his first tooth or decides he hates school or changes his mind about being an architect. I want to argue with you about ridiculous things and know that an argument doesn't mean we're about to lose each other." Penelope's eyes softened. "I want those things too." "And I want us to be honest when we don't know what we're doing."

“No strings attached. You don’t have to repay me.” I stared at him, my heart hammering. No strings? But I wanted strings. I wanted all the strings. I had crushed on Nate for years. He was everything my father wasn’t — calm, intelligent, successful, and dangerously attractive. I had read every single one of his dark romance books in secret, touching myself late at night to the filthy, dominant men he wrote about, secretly wishing they were him. And now here he was. Real. Sitting right in front of me. And God, he was fucking handsome!! The kind of handsome that made a girl's mouth go dry.