Make Him Want Me Novels & Stories

I’m tired of pretending I don't want him. Because I do. The realization isn't a jolt anymore. It’s a simple, undeniable, exhausting fact. I want him. I want his hands on me. I want his mouth on mine. I want to feel that overwhelming, terrifying, alive feeling from the sparring room again, but this time... I don't want to push him away. I crave the seduction. I crave the fulfillment of the promises his eyes have been making for weeks. I want him to finish what he started.

My mate doesn’t want me! “See, this is what you do to me. Only you have this power over me, the power to make me this hard,” he said huskily, moving my tiny hands to his massive cloth-covered shaft. “But right now, in your heat, I don’t want our first time to be fueled solely by these instincts. I want it to be something more, something special, beyond the heat that’s consuming us, baby.”

"Don't you remember that when you asked me for 50 million dollars, I already said I don't want it?" She was baffled and looked at him in confusion. "I may have you, but it's not nearly enough for me, you know? That's not all I want," he said, his elegant voice drifting around the living room. 'What does he really want, then?' she asked herself. "I want you to like me. Not just a little bit, but a lot." He slowly bent down and breathed onto her face. "I want you to like me so much that you can't bear losing me, Sis."

I release the breath I didn't know I had been holding on a shudder. "Hmm," I say after a long pause. "Does that mean you want me too? A yes?" He asks. "It means I'd love to see what you'll do to claim me," I smile smugly. Of course I want to be his. No doubt now that I want to live my life on my terms. But… I also want him to chase me. I need to feel wanted, desired, claimed. "Oh," he laughs softly and I wish he'd keep laughing like that.

I can feel that the more he does it is the more I feel more aroused wanting him to get more into me. “ Please!” I plead forsure wanting him to get me now. “ You have to be patient if you want me to satisfy you. I have to do it my way." What a jerk, let him wait. I will also one time try to get back at him. He will usually want it.

" I want you longer than that. I want you here until I say otherwise. I want to fucking keep you, Mira." " And if I do not agree?" I ask softly. My brain is about ready to explode from this overload of information. "Then I will just have to make you fall in love with me." He deadpans. For a moment, I just stare at him, mouth half open in shock. His eyes narrow as he takes in my expression. "Give me this year. This year, Mira, and I will make you fall for me so hard, you will never, ever want to leave."

but I really want him, so badly , desperately. it's like a feeling of wanting him but not in a sexual way, but in a internal way. I just want to touch his skin to appreciate how smooth it feels. hug him and live in his warmth of body. smell his scent and ruffle his soft hairs. look into his eyes while hearing his deep voice and sock in his presence like it's physically impossible to have someone like him.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. He's driving me wild, kissing me senseless, and I'm helpless to resist, getting sucked into his… reckless vortex.

“I don’t need this from you, Madeleine. Not if it makes you afraid of me. I want all of you. Only if you want to give it.” I stared at him, heart pounding. “And if I want to try?” I whispered. His eyes darkened, jaw tensed just enough to make something flip in my stomach. “Then I’ll make you like it,” he said softly. He was so used to women like this. Women who seemed to know exactly what he wanted and gave it to him. And my heart ached at the thought because what if I couldn't do it. I liked him, no, I more than liked him. He wasn’t just a passing crush or some fleeting infatuation. Adriano was in my thoughts when I woke up, in my dreams when I slept. And I wanted this to work desperately.

I stayed frozen, staring at the spot where he stood. He’s mine. He’s supposed to be mine. But no matter what I do, no matter how far I go…he doesn’t want me. But I’ll make him want me. Even if it kills me... Even if it kills her!.