Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

His dark hair rains down over his forehead as he tilts his head down, the strong lines of his face tense with concentration. Him being so beautiful doesn’t help me resolve. I scowl, pulling my hips up, encouraging him to end this torture. He holds them tightly in his grasping, keeping me from moving. “I need you,” I gasp out. “Fuck me, please.” He tilts his head to the side, smirking. “See, you hate me. You know I’m a killer, that I can hurt you, and yet you’re here, begging for my cock.”

The images filled the room, replacing the darkness. The Temptress hissed. "What is this? Sacrifice? That is just another desire, the desire to be a hero, to be remembered!" "No," Lyra’s voice suddenly rang out directly within the dream. Her form appeared, transparent yet clear. "This is love. And love is stronger than desire." Morat appeared as well, standing by Siron’s side. "Desire takes. Love gives." Gideon, bound by the chains, looked at them. His eyes began to clear. "Love... I love Stefan like my own son. I love the temple and my duty. That isn't desire; that is commitment."

he rasped with a dangerous obsession. Disgust curled in Ophelia’s stomach. She knew this scene too well. She had seen this hunger before. Back then, she had wanted it. She had thought herself clever, believing she could control him, that she could tie him to her with lust, desire, and love. But love only killed her. And now that foolish girl is dead. This time, he would never get to touch her again. A storm of hatred surged through her veins as she slapped him. Alexander’s head snapped to the side.His hand twitched, as if resisting the urge to grab her.

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

She was so full of love she felt like she might burst. Hades walked out of the bathroom, a low, guttural growl escaping his lips. He was in his own universe now, a world of pure, unbridled desire. He was a king returning to his throne, his eyes burning with a hunger she knew so well. He was the most feared man in America, and in this moment, all that power, all that terror, was focused on her. She felt a thrill course through her. This wasn't just desire. It was possession. It was love. It was worship. He walked to her, a predator in the night, and she met his gaze, her own eyes full of a desire that matched his. The air between them was electric, a current of a love so strong it was a physi

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

"Make me forget the rest of the world exists." He didn't need to be asked twice. As he stripped away the physical barriers between us, his touch became a meticulous, agonizingly slow worship. Every kiss, every heavy stroke of his hands, was a profound, silent vow of protection. The electric tension of the trap we had set transformed into a blinding, all-consuming fire. We fell into the heavy, intoxicating depths of our power exchange, anchoring each other in the dark, absolutely certain that whatever retaliation Adrian planned, it would break against the unbreakable, unyielding foundation of our love.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

Denver and I should’ve been having coffee on the gazebo at this hour. But no, I brought him to his demise. I brought him to his doom. I should have listened to the threat before the wedding, to this devil in black’s warning. I am locked inside the bathroom with the devil outside waiting for me to choose life over death, love over death. But if I’m going to kill myself…it’s just going to let this demon’s plan and his accomplices successful. So, the once ember, the once spark in my heart, has now become a full blazing fire—the fire of desire to live, to love. Denver will not die easily. Denver is not dead. I know it. I can fucking feel it.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.