Hot Desire Novels & Stories

The heat between us is intoxicating as we lose ourselves in each other, consumed by passion and desire. Brax's lips find mine once again, claiming me in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection building with each passing moment. I can feel the heat between us rising, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. Grabbing his member in my hand, it pulsates with excitement as I guide it to where I want it.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Daniel,” I whispered. He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and bent me over the counter. My breasts pressed against the counter. He spread my legs wider and slammed back into me from behind. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned loudly. Back shots would forever be my favorite. I don’t care what any motherfucker says. I mean who doesn’t like the sweet sound of raw, hot, nasty back shot sex. He gave me deep, hard backshots. His hips slammed into my ass again and again. Every thrust made my body shake.

he murmured, his eyes holding a clear invitation. I nodded, my voice catching in my throat. The night with the hot stranger was a whirlwind of raw, uninhibited sensation. It was a desperate attempt to fill the gaping void inside me, to replace the ache with something immediate and physical. His touch was electrifying, his passion undeniable. We moved together with a furious urgency, a shared hunger that consumed everything else. It was a steamy sex, filled with a desperate intensity that left me breathless and momentarily numb to the world outside. For those hours, lost in the heat of the moment, I could almost forget the impossible choices, the betrayals, the shattered pieces of my life. It

I could feel his firm and sturdy chest through his layers of clothing and I felt the heat down between my legs. "Gosh! I can never resist the urge to be touched whenever I see a cute guy. I could already feel my body turning mushy and the heat that's pooling between my legs is causing quite a discomfort, But it's a sweet and pleasurable discomfort and that is making me itch for his touch. I don't fucking care if he doesn't play along with my plans, all I fucking want right now is to be screwed by this handsome dude with firm abs and a sturdy chest. I’m sure he'll be so huge down there, filling me up with his huge dick, rocking my whole world upside down.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

"Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that." He would surely bruise, as hard as she bucked her hips against him. Reid slammed back and soon, she was bouncing, making hard contact between his thick head and her deep seated magic spot. Tasha swirled her hips while a blinding orgasm nipped at the corners of her concentration. She pulled Reid's hands to her thighs. "Harder! Yes, baby, that's it!" They came together in a hot, oozing collision of lust. Even her sweat seemed thicker.

Heat made her desperate, trembling, helpless. Julian drove into her, hard and merciless. Her scream tore through the dark, high and broken, as fire ripped through her core. Agony flared red-hot like a burner on the stove, her body locking against the intrusion, trembling and slick but impossibly tight. His breath rasped hot against her neck, his jaw locking harder into her flesh as he dragged back—only to slam forward again, forcing her body to stretch around him like molten fire.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

She has never felt that way in her life and as much as she wants to deny it, she knows that she wants the kiss again. Amira wasn't the only one feeling that way. Ryan is still trying to get over that night. The desire to have her increased, and it is so damn hard to control himself right now. He has been fighting the feelings he has for her for a very long time, but now that he knows she feels the same way for him, his body starts burning in the fire of want that he can no longer control. Staring into her beautiful eyes, he's finding it so difficult to hold back. The fast beating of his heart is rhyming with hers. He can see that she's also fighting the same thing as him. The desire and want

Why does she play with weird words? She kisses her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Goddess save my soul. How would you not know? You’re twenty.” “What has my age got to do with heat?” I frown. “And what is heat?” I hate ignorance. “Ahhh… indeed, the rumors were right. You’re too pure.” Adjusting her statement necklaces, she holds her waist and gazes at me the way a mother does at a pup. “Heat is the fever and aggressiveness you displayed back there.” She points before demonstrating with fingers. “Heat is when everything in you screams for your mate and only desires his touch,” she says, and my stomach knots in disgust.