Marriage And Desire Novels & Stories

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

"I just… when you mark me, I don’t want it to be in anger. Please understand." His eyes flickered, searching mine. "When I mark you?" His brow lifted, skepticism shadowing his features. "Yes," I whispered. "When you mark me, and when I mark you, I want it to be because we love each other madly and truly, and we cannot imagine life without each other. I want it to be special." Kai let out a sharp breath, his jaw tightening. "Fuck, baby! I will not live without you! Don’t you understand that?"

That she was his. Isla arched beneath him, her nails raking down his back as he pushed into her with a growl, claiming her in every way possible. Their bodies moved in sync, a perfect, sinful rhythm, the heat between them growing unbearable. She cried out his name, her head thrown back in pleasure, and that was all it took for Dante to lose control completely. Their wedding night wasn’t about softness or tenderness. It was about dominance, about marking, about proving that despite everything—the betrayals, the wars, the bloodshed—they belonged to each other.

"Sweet fruits?" "Yes," I nodded. "Before the mating consumation, it’s customary for the bride to eat something sweet, so her marriage will be filled with happiness and prosperity." Kane exhaled dramatically. "You're seriously thinking about fruit right now?" I grinned. "It’s important!" He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Camille is busy right now." That caught my attention. "Busy?" I echoed, narrowing my eyes. His smirk widened. "With Marcus."

I wanted her with a kind of passionate ferocity that was foreign to me. I would have wanted her no matter what, would have desired her had i passed her when she was walking down the street. But the intense, bone deep need to take her, to enter her sweet body and join myself to her…that had to be connected to the pregnancy because it was outside anything in my experience. I had experienced lust the basest kind that had nothing to do with emotion and I had been in love. This didn’t resemble either experience. I could satisfy my lust for her without marriage, but marriage was necessary for me to have the sort of relationship with the child that I wanted, that I craved. And it was the only way i

Sexually charged and tempting as hell. And until we break that mate bond, it’s always going to be that way. Which means that no matter how much I care for Colin and want to be exclusively with him, my body will always have an urge to be with Tate as well. And not just any urge, a freaking ache. For someone who only wants me physically. Well, I want someone who wants me in every way. And Colin does. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I turn around and barge determinedly through the door again.

Or molest her. “Remember this, Beatrice. You needed me as much as I wanted you.” Mateo smelled Beatrice for the last time. He never thought that he would like the lavender scent. Then he slowly stood up straight. Beatrice was hugging herself while trembling. He grinned. Seeing Beatrice like this made him feel excited. “You wanted this marriage too. And you will want me too.” Beatrice looked at Mateo confused. His eyes were burning with desires that just added more terror to her. Also, she couldn’t understand what he meant in his last line. But the door of the elevator had already opened. So she went out of it rushing.

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

She swallowed her spit and summoned the strength to inquire as to why he was marrying her. " May I inquire as to why you wish to marry me?! " She grumbled as she looked around the room, excluding him. " It's just pure desire," He responded. " Marriage is supposed to be about love, not desire," says Miranda. " You can't love where there is no desire, but I don't love." " Why are you replying to my questions?!' He hesitated, "Because I want to and I simply feel..." " What do you mean?! "