Make Him Want Me Novels & Stories

She told me, expecting that I will get angry. I smiled instead, "keep telling yourself lies to make yourself feel better, you know exactly what it is you want from him. Sadly, he doesn't look in your direction. He wants only me and that is how it's going to remain, so the faster you get it into your score, the easier it will be for you." I responded.

I swallowed. Why was he asking what I wanted? They knew just what to do to me. They knew how to bring me to absolute submission and satisfaction. Why wouldn’t they just fly me to ecstasy already? I was sure I looked very impatient at that moment. I could not hide how much I desired them. “I want…I want you to make me feel good,” I said, slowly. “How much goodness can you take?” he asked, a sparkle in his eyes. “As much as you can give. I want everything.” I said impatiently.

she moans “There is so much more l want,"he said. “What?” He cupped her cheek, his hand moved down, stroking over her breast and then down farther to cup her pussy. “I want to fuck you.I want to claim you as my mate, Hunter. I want you screaming my name in pleasure Please, don't say no.” Her pulse pounded.She knew what he was asking. Her body wanted him, and so did she. What was holding her back? Nothing. Give in to him. You know you want to.

If he didn’t want me, I was going to make him want me. I was going to make him remember every single second we spent together. I was going to make sure he couldn’t look at anyone else but me. Even if I had to do crazy things. Even if it meant going too far. I wouldn't give up on him. He's mine and forever will be. I'll make him mine eventually.

He was no longer strong or handsome. Looking at me, now more beautiful and powerful than ever, he seemed to realize he was no longer worthy of even being in my presence, let alone being my mate. "Irene…" he called my name in a voice laced with guilt and a lingering hint of longing. I didn't respond and simply stared at him, my expression unreadable. He wasn't surprised by my cold reaction. His lips trembled as he reached into his worn coat and pulled out a moonstone. It carried a potent blessing.

Why does he insist on making me wait, making me beg, making me ache? Maybe he likes watching me squirm. Maybe he likes knowing I’d do anything—say anything—just to finally feel him inside me. And maybe… I like it too. The power he has over me. The way he holds me on the edge. The way he whispers filth into my soul and leaves me wet, breathless, undone—with nothing but promises. But I wanted him, I wanted him inside me so bad. One day, he’s going to snap. He’s going to take me the way I dream about.

I blink, surprised by the bluntness of his statement. But I love it. I love it when he’s direct. When he tells me what he wants. When he lets me know that I turn him on, that I make him lose control. That I make him crazy with desire. I bite my lower lip and look up at him through my lashes. “Then fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to make me yours.” The words come out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about them. But it’s the truth. I want him to fuck me. I want him to claim me. To take me. To make me his.

Officially. What makes him think I’ll ever stop? I’ve won, haven’t I? I won the game. I clenched my teeth, stifling the sobs that threatened to escape. No. This isn’t over. I’ll make him love me. I’ll make him need me, desire me, the way I’ve always wanted. I didn’t come this far to be ignored. He will be mine completely and utterly mine, no matter what it takes.

"You love me." "Right now I want to kill you," I muttered, but my hands were pulling at his clothes, trying to get them off. He chuckled, the sound dark and full of promise. "Let me make it up to you." But I was done with his teasing. If he wanted to play games, I could make him lose control. "Then take me," I demanded, my voice low and commanding. "Make me yours completely. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk tomorrow."

“Fuck you.” “Mmm.” He gives my clit a casual slap. “Hit too close to home?” “Why are you doing this?” I whisper. “I meant what I said last night.” He slowly drags his fingers over my clit. “You make me want to keep you.” He makes me want to be kept. I shake my head. “It will never work.”