His Desire Novels & Stories

It's not just determination or control—it's desire, raw and unbridled. My breath catches in my throat as the realization hits me like a wave crashing over me. I had misjudged him and misunderstood his intentions entirely. The heat in his eyes speaks volumes, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the air feels charged with an electrifying tension, a palpable longing that hangs heavy between us. Despite my initial fear and confusion, a part of me can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through me at the sight of him, boundless desire mirrored in his gaze.

"He just wanted me to get you to him and didn't care whether you should be in good condition or injured at that." My blood ran cold when he clarified that, taking another big step towards me. The step was enough to cover the gap of my earlier ones, and I made the gap between us the same again as I looked at him with fear in my eyes. Who would want me to be with him, dead or alive, in pain or happiness, in good health or sorrow? Who would want that, disregarding my every emotion, my thoughts, and everything I wanted, just for his happiness? Who would want it except Rodrigo?

He replied and she nodded. She wanted to ask him a question but she felt intimidated, she didn't notice how handsome he looked at first. He has brown eyes which look like the colour of earth kissed by spring rain. He is cute but different from all others. He is handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. His dark hair really made him look so attractive. Still speaking of his brown eyes they were deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stare long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength and made him look so do

She continued to dance into his thoughts despite his best efforts to keep her out of them. He knew that it wasn't true, but he had tried to persuade himself that it was just desire—ordinary desire. Yet he silently hoped that nothing bad had happened to her. Even though he had discovered her to be his mate, he wasn't ready to accept it. To accept her, but he was dying to behold again. He just wanted her for his hot desires. To feel her beneath him. At least that is what he thinks. To hear her moans, her legs clamped around his waist.

His jaws tightened at the desires that crawled at him— the desire to have her from any angle and relish in the sight of her messy hair. His cock throbbed gently and he moved his thumb against her cheeks, caressing it gently. “Can you feel it?” Drystan rasped hotly, his eyes hovering around her pretty face. “Can you feel the throb of my cock? Can you feel its desire for you, huh?” At every word, his breath heavied and his tone increased. He moved his hand to the side of her right eye, tossing the droplet of tears away. His eyes held hers, as though he was searching for answers. In her pair of siren eyes, he could see her unspoken desire to be fucked, but his desire

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