His Desire Novels & Stories

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

HIS WANTS """Her glance was a mixture of desire and timidity, he didn't want to judge her according to her actions, for the years he had been stalking her, In her room. He only wanted to cherish this moment. . He pressed his hand into the smaller of her back and pulled her still closer, causing the lower part of his body to twitch in excitement and yearning for this little woman. He was aware of his male hardness swelling inside his tight breeches, his male hardness was strained like a mad thing to get ever close, he wants to be fully sated between her legs.

He knew she was hurting yet she was trying to show him that she was strong. “If you care or not Desire, you deserve an explanation. I didn’t know she was going to come into the room. I was here waiting for you and the food when she walked in with her robe and before I could say anything, she removed it and sat on my lap. I was trying to peel her off me when you walked in Desire. I have no other Desire for any other woman except you. Dobe” Her eyes were already glistening with tears. “I just don’t want to be hated by anyone anymore. I just want to be happy” Desire cried out.

I can't stand my best friend's suspicious gaze after he would see my swollen lips. ~~~~ Having reached the house, I threw my bag on the couch and sunk on the floor beside it. My eyes can't stop tearing up with fresh new tears. That felt pathetic. I hate to be kissed. 'But you enjoyed it, didn't you?' Mocked by traitor heart. I can't understand why was it happening. I just wanted to shove it out of my head. I hate that cunning guy. He is a... A sex addict! Ethan Connor, the fucking hot guy is a pervert, a scoundrel, a mother fucking sex addict and more.

Leonel said, whilst trying hard in sending Ismael off without causing further eruptions of his anger. Ismael stood a bit reluctant, his mind fashioned on meeting Alexis, if definitely he could, Alexis would definitely be far off from a piece, a fact Leo stood aware of through the cast of his eyes of Ismael's unsettled body, his eyes which portrayed his darkened desires, spilling forth screaming intent of Ismeal's hurt and his one time wush on harming his mother once and for all, a desire Alexis solidly stood on, also wishing Ismael was nowhere above the earth's crust, but below it's heat.

My father would do anything to have grandchildren. "If you don't want her, then what do you want? Who do you want?" he asked, and I couldn't answer because he would hate my answer. "Don't be silent, son because I sense you have your eyes set on someone," he said, and I shook my head and tried to play it off, there was no way I was going to let him have a reason to hurt, Desiree. "You want that moon girl, right?" he asked, and I shook my head quickly because of the scorn in his eyes.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

His son especially is also going through a tough time and needs his attention. Torn between his own family and his late friend's only survivor. He made a decision that seemed to be the best at that moment. He knew it was not going to be easy but he'd still give it a shot. He stood up and left the room in order to get some food Incase she woke up. . . .

"So you think your presence here is the reason you haven't been ousted from here? Have you lost your mind, Chloe? What do you plan on doing with yourself exactly?" "I just want to be loved right by Leo. When that is achieved I would definitely follow my dreams and push to get better." Inhaling sharply, Desire felt a slight ache coming to her forehead. It felt like Chloe has been hypnotized or her sanity isn't in the right state. Swallowing the rest of her wine she stood up. “You are leaving already?" Chloe asked an obvious question. Desire rolled her eyes. “Thank your stars that I love you so much, Chloe. If that wasn't the case I would have slapped some actual sense into that head of yours.

His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of longing and determination. “Then what do you want?” I blustered, my voice wavering slightly. His silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. At that moment, I realized that his desires were as complex and conflicting as my own. “You,..” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck, sniffing me like a hungry predator ready for his prey, and kissing my neck, gliding his tongue gradually over my skin. My heart raced as his touch sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his desire mirrored my own, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.