Marriage And Desire Novels & Stories

Marius’s prowess in prolonging our connection was remarkable, a testament to his deep understanding of our shared desires. Our lovemaking became a symphony of passion, each note building upon the last, creating a crescendo of ecstasy that left us both breathless and wanting more. In Marius’s embrace, I found myself lost in a world of pleasure, where every touch, every movement, spoke volumes of our unspoken desires.

They repeatedly know their rights as husband and wife, and they have to execute those rights in order to excite, satisfy, and please one another as one body linked in one flesh, mind, and spirits. The barriers that separate them and cause discord are destroyed by the married couple, who also remove any restrictions that limit their ability to express their passions and strong affections for one another. The other partner reciprocates with all of his passions, desires, excitement, and sex urges for the other partner. David mutters as he inhales the beauty and sweetness of Daniele's delightful perfume, "I have been without it for a long time, honey. I desired it more.” After allowing her belov

Clara Ashford is one of the most respected family lawyers in the city. Brilliant, composed, and relentless in court, she has built her reputation helping families survive their darkest moments. Love, however, has always been the one case she refuses to take. Everything changes when she attends her best friend Alena's wedding. As Alena's bridesmaid, Clara is forced into a bottle-green dress she secretly hates. Standing across from her is Axel Winchester, Dominic's best man, equally miserable in a black suit, black shirt, and bottle-green tie. Their shared dislike of the wedding colors sparks an unexpected conversation, followed by stolen glances, laughter, and a night neither of them an

Their eyes speak of their desire for each other that until now keeps burning them. "Love and desire in marriage don't end once you have children. It strengthens it more. You cherish your wife more for giving you little humans who look exactly like you and for every sacrifice she does. Not to mention how their gorgeous body change while bearing your heirs" glancing at his cousins, Vasili seriously mutters until his gaze returned to Lia. Lia and Arah share a playful surprised smile while enjoying the charade of their husbands with their cousins. "You would know once you fall head over heels for someone special" Luther added, looking so victorious from Vasili's support.

"She's just a sexual partner. Why would I marry her?" Silence fell inside the room. "But it's been three years... Do you still have feelings for her?" someone asked cautiously. "Yeah." Vincent's tone was faint, but laced with unmistakable longing. "When we broke up back then, she told me to give her three years. She said she'd try to be with other people, and I should do the same. Now, three years are up. She should be back by now." Elvira felt like she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Her body went cold.

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

The affirmations evolved, grew more complex, more daring. The feeling that I have when he looks at me is one of admiration, but it's something more than that. It is a desire to be seen, and a desire to see him. My marriage is a play. A play in which I've forgotten my lines. The life he offers is not just power. It is knowledge. He sees the ambition in me that I was always instructed to keep hidden. He does not only accept it, but he loves it. When I think of a life without this. tension, without this pull, it is empty. Grey.

Diego growled with a vengeful look. But a second later, memories of their wild lovemaking came flooding back to his mind. The feel of Anna's body, her scent, and the sound of her moans all made Diego addicted. Then and now, it felt the same until Diego's lower body was perfectly tense again. With great difficulty, Diego tried to think of something else to calm his desires, but unfortunately, the more he tried, the more his desires for his ex-wife became. **

His deep, mysterious eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn't quite place. He stood there, speechless for what felt like forever. I stared at his face, so close to mine, and found myself lost in thought. He was undeniably handsome—he had strong features but not harsh, with an aura of quiet intensity. Yet, even facing such a breathtaking man, I felt nothing. "Noah, our marriage was always about business. There's no need to overthink it. "I've known about you and Lillian for a while now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. Grandpa cares a lot about the Brookes' reputation."

My voice trembled with months of built-up resentment. Matthew paused, buckling his belt, his dark eyes narrowing at me. “I don’t know why you decided to get married to me knowing you are a two-minute man!” I snapped, the anger finally boiling over. I didn’t care about the danger anymore. I was a passionate, freaky woman who used to love sex before this nightmare, and being starved like this was driving me insane. “You completely ruined my life and my sex life since I married you! And for what? To keep me in isolation? Locked up in this house like a prisoner?”