Immortal Desires Book 2 Choices Mga Nobela at Kwento

They are not too obvious but I can read red and green. I scroll through the channels, trying to find anything interesting to watch. But my mind is occupied. Occupied by thoughts of Lance and Cliff. I am trying to figure out what is wrong that they haven't touched me. Truth is,I miss their touch. I want them to treat me like a slut,their slut. Over the days they have distanced themselves from me, one thing became very clear; I desire them. I desire the men that own me. I want them to drag me to their bed and fuck my brains out. I want to be bend down by the shower and fucked senseless. I want to cum so many times that I lose count.

He didn't know whether it was addictive lust or unbelievable lust or both. He knew he didn't want to let her go. He would be her patron. Alicia knew how to draw men into her. She knew how to make his dream come true. He would be Alica's new patron. THE END OF SINFUL DESIRES🥳 Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “BURNING PASSION”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Burning passion is a novella, so just sit back and enjoy a long blissful erotic stories

But the moment his gaze turned towards me, I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. The awkwardness of the situation was unbearable, and I wished, like a sci-fi fantasy, that the ground would swallow me whole. As I sat there, squirming in my seat and feeling the embarrassment creeping in, I couldn't help but imagine the roof of the building opening up and a spaceship abducting me, rescuing me from this awkwardness. But alas, it was only a fantasy, and I was stuck there, sitting across from Isaac, feeling like a complete fool.

That's slander already if that's not the truth. "Flutter? I may have...but that's because I have this aura that can make everyone comfortable and gain empathy. They usually mistook it as love or desire or compassion. He did flutter before but because of my aura. He got used to it as soon as he was with the queen. So to make it simple, a person who already has a loved one dearly will not be fully conquered." Erenea explained to us that she seemed proud. I was amazed at what he said about his ability. That's very rare for an immortal. Usually, immortals have no ability aside from being immortal and don't age.

“I know you’re not something to keep. You’re becoming something huge, and you’ll outgrow this mountain, and that’s good. That’s as it should be. But, if any part of you stays in reach—if you let me, in whatever shape—I want to keep you.” She lay there and let it fill her up. “Then keep me,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere unless I choose it. And I choose—” She reached for his hand in the dark. “I choose this. I choose you. I’ll keep choosing, every day. That’s the only way I know to love something without getting lost inside it.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles—quiet, certain, like a promise. “Every day,” he said.

“She is right. We need to decide. Stay or go. Lead or surrender.” “What do you want?” “I want you. That is all I have ever wanted. Everything else is negotiable.” His silver eyes held mine. “But you deserve more than just me. You deserve to choose your own path. Not have it chosen by destiny or fate or impossible circumstances.” “I have been choosing my entire life. Choosing to survive my father. Choosing to save you. Choosing to become the seal. Maybe I am tired of choosing.” “Or maybe you are just afraid of choosing wrong.”

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment. And I would follow him anyw

Old, worn, reeking of secrets. “This belonged to your bloodline,” Damien murmured. “Riven will never tell you what’s inside. He wants you chained, tamed. I…” His eyes lingered on mine, dark and hungry. “I want you free.” My chest heaved. The journal burned in my hands, heavier than iron. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” I whispered. “Yes, I do.” He leaned closer, so close his breath brushed my cheek. “Choose me instead.” The words weren’t a command. They were a temptation. And for one terrifying heartbeat—I didn’t know if I wanted to resist.

“I want you. But not in chains. Not hidden. I want you to be.” Her laugh is short and sharp. “Be what?” she asks bitingly. “Unbound. Immortal. Mine.” She goes still and her pulse stutters. “My heart already belongs to someone else,” she whispers. “I could make it so you never have to lose anyone again,” I murmur. “No aging. No fading. No prophecy tearing at your soul.” I see the hesitation. The fear. The longing for it all to just be simple again. Then she says, voice soft but certain, “You want me to choose you over him. That’s not happening.”