His Desire Novels & Stories

> He had been carrying desire for three weeks and had been routing it through the framework of grief and jealousy and the injured party and all of it had been real, all of it had been genuine, and none of it had been the actual thing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The actual thing was desire. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The desire to know what it felt like to be seen the way Eve had been seen, to have someone look at him and find the actual person rather than the designed function, to reach and be reached for in return by something that had chosen him rather than been assigned to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He did not know yet what that looked like for him specifically.

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's saying that true desire is the wait," Diego said, his gaze unhurried, intense, and completely undivided. "It's the space right before you touch. It’s when wanting someone gets so heavy, so completely consuming, that you'd tear down every wall around you just to feel their breath on your skin for five seconds." My pulse hammered against my ribs. The noise of the gallery seemed to fade into nothing. Diego held my gaze without a single trace of hesitation.

The night I caught my husband in my sister’s bed, I lost everything I thought I knew about love. “Harder, Gabriel… say my name.” Hannah’s voice shattered the silence. My sister. My husband. My marriage. Three years of devotion. Three years of sacrifice. Three years of believing I was the woman Gabriel would love until death tore us apart. All of it was a lie. He was touching my sister now I want revenge not his love . Now the most dangerous billionaire wants me

Give me a chance to prove my worth to you, my love," He said and ran his hand up my thigh. Tears streamed down my face, and I tried to escape in my head. Caspian had lost it entirely and become sicker. I knew he wasn't going to give me a choice that afternoon. I knew he would go all the way, and there was nothing I would be able to do to stop him. It was his way of dominating me and taking what was James'. He wanted me to arrive at Woodclaw with his scent. He wanted James to know I was his in every way.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire

All the things that happened in his life when can never hide pain that he have felt all over these years. For once in his life, he tried to do something that is really a thing that he wanted to do. For once in his life, he acted as someone who would be eager to make something on his mind. For once in his life, he became someone who had a desire. A kind of desire that is not for love. A kind of desire that is not for material object. A desire not for a kind of position. A kind of desire that is not for power. These are also not something for money. All of these are not for fame but desire for someone to know his presence. A type of desire, for someone to acknowledge his worth. A kind of des

Yet he was so deeply stuck with her thought all the time. How did he let attraction turn into insatiable desire. Want. All he wants was her and she wants to do nothing with him. I’m sure you have many women waiting for your one flick to be with you. But I’m not a play thing to use me for your desire and lust. I request you, let me go. With that he gulped the entire drink in one go. The burn of whisky and its bitter taste wasn’t able to lessen the rattle inside him.

but I really want him, so badly , desperately. it's like a feeling of wanting him but not in a sexual way, but in a internal way. I just want to touch his skin to appreciate how smooth it feels. hug him and live in his warmth of body. smell his scent and ruffle his soft hairs. look into his eyes while hearing his deep voice and sock in his presence like it's physically impossible to have someone like him.

His everything. “I don't need to marry you to fuck you, Desiree,” he says, drawing closer even though I thought there was no more space in between us. “If I want you right here, I’ll have you. All I have to do is touch you. I'm not a child. I can see through you. You want me just as much as I want you. If I touch your nipples right now, I know they'll be hard.” He brings his hands to my breasts and pinches them through my shirt. “See? They're as hard as rocks, and erect. You're not even putting on a bra, Desiree. Jeez. It will be so easy to undo a button and suckle on one.”