His Desire Novels & Stories

The conflicting desires tugged at him, creating a whirlwind of uncertainty and doubt. With every passing second, his anticipation grew. He hoped that the soothsayer would provide a solution that didn't require breaking the bond, that there would be a way to reconcile the demands of his kingdom with the desires of his heart. He clung to the hope that they could find a path forward without sacrificing their love and connection.

"You don’t want to tie yourself to me—you hate me." He leaned forward again. "Hate is the other side of love, Cassia." I certainly don’t hate you. He swept a look up and down that was so hot she felt it on her skin. "But I do desire you." Little flames of shock raced all over Cassia’s body. His eyes had darkened, and his eyelids had lowered slightly so that they looked slumberous. He desired her? Why did that send a perilous curl of excitement through her body instead of pain or disgust?

His teacher said he was supposed to make anything his heart desires the most. And he drew a family, a mother, father and a baby boy standing in front of a big house, surrounded by the green garden. It was half his own desire and half his fathers. He has heard his father saying countless times that he wants to have a big house, that he wants to pay all of his debt and get a house, a big mansion. His father wanted to be rich. And his desire was to have a family, which he always felt he was not given properly.

The tension between us was palpable, and I knew that Henry’s desire for me was reaching its peak. His eyes darkened with desire as he finally confessed his deepest desires, knowing that I would fulfill them all. “I beg you to make me cum, please,” he pleaded, his breath ragged with anticipation. I smirked, knowing that I held all the power at this moment, and whispered, “Your wish is my command.”

Desire, deep and insatiable, coursed through me, focusing my entire being on the man before me. At that moment, I realized the depth of my feelings for Ky. It wasn't just want or need but something far more profound. I loved him with an intensity that defied words, a love that had woven itself into the very fabric of my soul. And as he stood there, a silhouette of strength and desire, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, in every way possible.

I asked no one in particular, but as though he could read my mind, “Do you know what you’re feeling right now, Miss Hayes?” he asked, voice low and close, so close his lips were brushing the shell of my ear. “Desire.” I stiffened. “No,” I said, though it came out breathy. Weak. “I don’t desire you. I hate you.” “Oh, I believe you” He chuckled, his grip on my foot not loosening one bit. “Newsflash, Miss Hayes: it’s entirely possible to want someone you loathe.” He said, standing up and pushing something...

"Let's just say I have connections and the ability to,” "What did you want to talk about?" Alexa switched the discussion after she saw he had no intention of talking about the tea. "It's simple, I just need you to marry me…” “Pfft, what did you just say?" Alexa spat the tea that was in her mouth as she looked at Darwin with a disgusted expression. "What? What is that face? I am handsome, rich, super intelligent, you will never find a catch like me so why are you showing such a disgusted expression," Darwin’s eyes widened as he looked at Alexa's disgusted face.

He has a way of waking up the demons within me, arousing my desires. "I want you, Harper," he repeated, his voice husky with desire. I’m already burning hot for him, my pussy wet and needing him to fill me up. God, I’ve missed him, I’ve missed him so much that my brains refuse to think of any other things but his hands on my body.

I had until noon, Anna would be back from school. I couldn’t help myself, I reached down, touching my crotch through my panties. “Uhhmm…” I moaned, feeling the familiar heat. But this wasn’t enough, I craved sex, a man, a full fleshy dick not my slick fingers. Lisa’s words rang in my head: “Get a sugar boy. Someone young, hungry, who just wants to fuck you and fuck you right. No complaints.” The card was still tucked in my dresser—the one I knew I’d use, but not this soon.

I was so confused by these conflicting desires. *I bit my lip, averting my gaze as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts.* *He chuckled darkly at your question, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. One hand moved from the vanity to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.* What do I want? *He repeated, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, smearing the gloss slightly.* I want... peace between our families. An end to this senseless feud that's consumed us both for far too long.