Immortal Desires Book 2 Choices Novels & Stories

With the fact that is blaring more than ever that, it is the only choice that he will ever have, if he wanted to hold the only desire that he is living all his life. “It’s your choice, for this is a game. You can take it and live your life the way that you wanted it to be with her. Yet you could also reject it and leave without anything at all. And by means of anything, it means her.” She draws a perfect sinister smile to her face, while her words are echoing inside Nick’s mind. Circling and pushing him to the edge, the edge where that desire and darkness looms. “Very well.” He whispers, drawing the excitement in Beatrice face. All without knowing, and foolishly played by him, where everythi

“This… is about control. Desire isn’t just about giving in… it’s about learning to take it responsibly.” “Yes… I understand,” she whispered, biting her lip as her body trembled in anticipation. “I… I want it all… I want you to take control.” Ethan’s pulse raced as he looked at her, the small, daring smirk on her face, her flushed cheeks, her trembling body. He could feel the storm of desire building between them, a tension so thick it was almost tangible. The discipline, the teasing, the slow build—it was all part of the game, and Lena was learning… eagerly, dangerously.

If I was not so addicted to men and their tools of pleasure, my desires would have pushed me to have sex with her long ago. At the thought of desires and pleasure, my mind traveled back to the bathroom on the plane. I could still remember vividly the way it felt to have the handsome stranger’s cock inside me. If anyone wanted to make my life hard at that point, all they had to do was to make me choose between sorting out my mother’s case or getting the chance to be fucked by the stranger again. That would have been a perfect conundrum. Ariana’s sleepy voice broke into my thoughts. “What did he say?”

He held me close for a moment, trembling against me, before slowly letting go. I collapsed beside him, our heavy breaths mingling, hearts racing. “That… was incredible,” I whispered, every word still trembling on my lips. “I can still give you more than that,” he murmured, folding his hands behind his head as he lounged against the bed. I closed my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath, every nerve still humming from what we’d shared. I felt alive, craving more, as if I could sink into him forever. Even if tomorrow he returned to his cold, distant self, tonight had been mine, my secret fantasies fulfilled, my deepest desires brought vividly to life.

To feel that love forever, that was all I wanted. His gaze darkened, piercing me with a weight that was both terrifying and intoxicating. “There will be no going back from this, Natalie,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You cannot wake one day and decide you want humanity again. You will be like me. Like my mother. Always. Immortal. Are you sure you want this existence, always waking beside me, always bound to me, forever? What if eternity wearies you? What if one day you long to move on, to taste another life, and regret this choice?”

"Look, Damon. I really don't care, okay? It's your choice to be around any girl you like or want but I don't want to be a part of them. I have some dignity." "But it's you I like, Lena," Gods knew I couldn't watch her leave with the impression that I moved with a lot of girls. Maybe I moved with a few but I had laid them off in the past week. "I don't care if you like me, Damon. Don't you get it? I don't want to be around you and wonder which girl it is you're seeing. Besides, I never saw anything between us. It was just a slight infatuation which has faded."

She was still nude beneath the skirt, hot and swollen with desire. "Fuck!" Christian swore when she hiked up her skirt, revealing her shaved beauty between her legs. Gosh, Isabelle couldn't wait to feel him without barriers. Her body shook, with the intensity of her desires heightening. She could feel the familiar aching sensation in her core, demanding to be dealt with. "Christian." She whimpered.

His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and I made a sound I’d never made before, desperate and needy. “So responsive,” he praised softly, his breath hot against my neck. “So beautiful.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and the world tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, gasping as he touched me exactly where I needed him. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, learning what made me tremble. “Look at me,” he commanded quietly. I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw desire I saw there made me dizzy. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster now, more purposefully. “Don’t look away.”

A deep, guttural sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my body as he pressed his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling in a heady mix of desire and desperation. A soft moan escaped my lips as his mouth continued its descent, trailing heat along the sensitive skin of my neck. My hands roamed his back, clutching him as if he were my anchor, the only thing keeping me grounded in the whirlwind of sensation. Rational thoughts flickered weakly, begging me to stop, to pull away—but I was already lost. My heart, my body—they betrayed me, surrendering fully to the undeniable connection we still shared, letting the fire between us consume every last thread of resistance.

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.