Intense Desires Novels & Stories

I gulped it down greedily, milking him dry until he shuddered to a stop. In his post-orgasm delirium, panting hard, Nate looked down at me with hazy eyes. “I'm addicted to you, Adele... fuck, I can't get enough.” I pulled off slowly, licking my lips clean, a satisfied smirk tugging at them. In my head, I knew it for a fact, I felt the exact same pull, this insane craving that went beyond just sex. A couple of minutes later, he'd pulled himself together, zipping up with that effortless cocky grin.

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

Solidifying what they say about finding your fated mate, that intimacy is like no other, and desire is too great to resist. As that desire takes over, all the hate I have in my heart seems to disappear, as the desire to be with him consumes me. For once in the past five years all I wanted was him at this moment in time, because with each thrust and each second of this kiss, the heat within me has become bearable as it is being replaced with undeniable pleasure.

Crushing and setting the forest aflame with rage and unimaginable craving. The desire to ram into the little kitten until he couldn't use his legs drove the Lycan mad. He craved the Cat something fierce. A tight feeling squeezed at his chest, making it impossible to breathe. He wanted him. He wanted him so badly that it scares him. He's never felt this burning desire before. He was on fire, literally and once the cat ran, he blanked. *******

Shortly after, I was back in the car with Richard, alone with my thoughts again. It was not long until I remembered how messy my life still is. The moment I had with Ashley made me feel like I had a normal life for a second. I had such an intense desire for intimacy that I didn't mind if Eric cheated, as long as I convinced myself that he loved me. I got back to an empty house. Aunt Claudia stepped out most likely. I laid down in bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. The feeling that came with knowing I was single again didn't feel quite right.

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.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

I force myself upright, breath trembling. “You underestimated what we are.” He studies me like I’m a volatile chemical. “No,” he replies calmly. “I underestimated what desire does to recursion.” The word lands heavy. Desire. The heat inside me spikes violently, like he just pressed a trigger. He notices. Of course he does. “You feel him,” he says. It isn’t a question. The sensation intensifies, not gentle but urgent. My body arches involuntarily as the connection pulses through nerve endings, electric and intimate despite the distance.

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.