Is Desire An Emotion Novels & Stories

Let her explore. Let her lose herself. And God— It did something to me. Something darker than desire. GIA’S POV I didn’t think. I couldn’t. All I knew was— I wanted more. More of him. More of this. More of whatever storm he had awakened inside me. My lips moved against his, slower this time, deeper… learning him, tasting him, trying to understand something that felt completely new and yet terrifyingly right. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t control me.

But could it be that my heart was suddenly going soft for her? I had always been driven by desire or lust for other women since the death of Emily. Why then was I feeling tender emotions like caring for her? I can't explain the tsunami of conflicting emotions hitting me with every thought. The muscles on my body were coiled like a wire and I felt the tension crackling in the air around us.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

I felt his emotions as clearly as my own—there was no way I had misjudged them. “I want to mark my mate,” he growled, his voice husky with barely restrained emotion. He pulled me against him again, kissing up my shoulder before scraping his fangs down to where he intended to claim me. A shudder of pleasure coursed through me, nearly tempting me to give in, but my heart was still hammering, and a cold dread prickled along my skin. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

If she keeps this up, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will die tonight. “Are you entertained, Caspian?” Desiree says, gliding forward and backward. I don’t answer—not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t trust myself to speak. My emotions are so close to the surface that any attempt to articulate them might unleash a torrent of feelings I can’t control. It’s as if I’m holding back a dam that could burst at any moment. “You definitely are,” Desiree says. “You're so hard.” That's it. I can't take this anymore. “Uncuff me,” I say.

To not want to be their mate or long to be. I had wanted to get to know them, get answers, understand what was going on, but all I was doing was discovering the depths of my own feelings and leaving me terrified of what the answer was going to be. I didn’t know if it was love but it was starting to become an unbearable feeling. That’s why I was excited and scared to see Professor Cross, hopefully whatever he found could help me or at least help me decide what to do. “Hello Eleonore, thank you for coming.”

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

fear, desperation? “Hmm should have this view photographed. ” Eutychus growled and with each word, his fingers worked on her ver wet canal. His fingers spread and twisted inside her. The fear or whatever it was was again replaced by sheer want, he wanted him inside her so bad she was probably going to die. “Hur- ” She said as she thrust her hips backwards where she could his heavy cock on her ass.

Hé remove his hand from my body and glare at me. "Soo you want to destroy my relationship with my parent, if you continue this your stupid emotional shit i will deal with you in this house, didn't i ask you to reject thé marriage proposal from thé begining you insisted on marrying me then you will face thé conséquences of seperating two lovers, very selfish ugly wicked being like you."Hé say in a whisper smacking me by thé head and i breakdown into another sob just in time thé bedroom door open. Hé hug me to his chest i wishe i can yell at him and tell him to fuck off but anytime he touch me i feel this weird chemistry between us and i couldn't do anything.