Love And Desire Novels & Stories

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.

Whispers of my own inadequacy, every insecurity I'd ever harbored about not being worthy of an alpha's attention. But the bond held. More than held, it blazed with the strength of five years' worth of unresolved feelings finally finding their outlet. "Delia," Lysander's voice was rough, strained, but underlying it was something I hadn't heard in years. Wonder. "I can feel everything. Your pain, your anger, but also..." "Also what?" I managed, though I could feel it too through the connection. Love. Stubborn, persistent, absolutely infuriating love that had survived rejection, exile, and five years of careful distance.

I told them and turned to leave my face, feeling flushed. Once I got to my apartment, I leaned against the door sliding down and brought my knees up to my chest as I closed my eyes, thinking back to that night five year ago. Storm wrapped his arm around me tightly as I laid my head down on his broad shoulder. We softly swayed to the music both of our eyes closed as the slow song played. "I love you," Storm murmured in my ear, and I sighed and smiled, leaned back while staring into his eyes. "I love you," I said, and he leaned in softly pressed his lips to mines.

Savannah had always said kissing, sex, desire, it was sweet, addictive even. Now, as his touch set every nerve ending ablaze, I was finally beginning to understand exactly what she meant. My pussy ached now, slickness gathering as his hands settled in my hips and thumbs stroking the exposed skin there. The sensations were nothing like the ones I’d imagined during quiet, lonely nights or the trembling touches I’d used to soothe the ache on my own. Now, the hands exploring me belonged to the one person my heart had chosen long before I even understood what love truly was. The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies.

“This is destroying me inside. I feel like the worst mother in the world. Every time I look at Lila, I see the daughter I’m betraying. But when I’m with you… I feel alive again. I feel wanted. Desired. Seen. And I hate myself for how much I need that.” Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly, burying my face in her hair as she trembled against me. We stood like that for a long time in the hallway, just holding each other while the rain continued to fall outside. There was no rush this time. No frantic tearing of clothes. I kissed her slowly, deeply, pouring every complicated emotion I felt into it — the guilt, the desire, the growing love th

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

her mother tantalized. "Mum,if you mean that maybe we're in love,you're totally. He doesn't love me and I don't love him. Why would I love him in the first place? He's not even handsome. I don't like him at all even though some features of him are seductive but o won't give in. Not at all," Joyce ranted. By the time she landed,her mother's jaw was hitting the floor. She was used to her daughter's ranting but that was clearly not what she meant at all. She was just surprised her daughter could interpret the eye signal for something like that.

Nosa retaliates with no less heat, unable to contain the passion generated by Gladis, Nosa tries to keep up with Gladis's increasingly hot game. Gladis's hand groped every corner of Nosa's face. Gladis moans increasingly burning the excitement of Nosa's desire that has been untouched. Nosa begins to heat up, with Gladis' neck slit, while her hands begin to grope each curve of Gladis' body. Gladis grabbed Nosa's hair to make her moan, getting wilder. Nosa's hand wanders through Gladis' chest, finding a chewy blob still covered in cloth.

She nodded in response and he squeezed her hand lightly before standing up, he walked out of the ward with Henry and Xalia sighed. “So you love Draven.” Allison teased. “What? No.” “Yeah, you do. Your smile lights up around him and you are always happy to see him. You didn't smile that much when you were dating Kyle.” She said and Xalia shrugged. “I can't deny the fact that I like him, but love seems extreme. We haven't even been married for a month yet.” “It could be love at first sight.” “Shut up Allison.” She laughed and Allison sighed.

She brings her arms around my neck while I snake my arms around her waist pulling her even closer to me. "I want you" she say standing on her tones bring her closer to my lips. "What about me do you want?" I ask making our lips touch. "I want your d-dick" she says against my lips. "Then take it" I say and connect our lips. The kiss is filled with hunger. It's not passion that drives the kiss it's pure lust. A need for satisfaction and desire. Our lips move in sync with one another. I move my hands down her curvy body to her plump ass, grabbing onto it and lifting her onto the counter top without braking the kiss.