My One Desire Novels & Stories

“She’s very good.” Desiree doesn’t wait for me to make a choice, or scream or even cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin my love life. She doesn’t scream, and she doesn't cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the dark hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin everything we’ve built.

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

It was supposed to rile me up, fuel me to claim her and make her say the golden word, but it only made me curious to know her. And you see that curiosity? To me, it’s dangerous. Why do I want to know the little dove? Why do I play images of that night on a constant loop in my head? Why does my cock harden at the thought of her voice? It’s why I didn’t fucking bother to find her. But now, she’s standing in front of me like a prize. Her teary blue eyes are blown wide, her breath bursting in and out as she stares at me. “Mr….Mr…”

I really want it, but instead I fail, damn it! I returned to the room and called my lover "Where are you?" I need it as a distraction from my disappointment. "I'm picking up in the hospital, something you rarely call me" "I miss you, want you, but yeah, it's okay; sorry I'm disturbing you." "Oh dear, I'm sorry. We can have a sex call if you want it." I shook my head, "What if I go there. I need you for just 5 minutes." My desire is at the end. How could I only see a woman's body but couldn't touch it? Beatrice's body shadow wandered in my brain, and I didn't want to leave. Damn you Beatrice, you make me crazy!

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

Damian had a look of resignation in his eyes, and I found myself wanting to nip at my bottom lip in response. It usually helped me think, but I couldn't do that if said lip was being caressed so sweetly by him. “I want you,” Damian mumbled, his voice almost like a soft whisper. “I want you so bad, Nia. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I swallowed thickly, my throat bobbing up and down as I held his gaze, struggling for words. “I–” “I want every single part of you. I want you for myself, and myself only,” he confessed. “I'm a selfish person, Nia. When I have something I like within my reach, I never let go.”

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

I would not want to be the reason why there would be a problem between James and Caspian, so I held off. "I would like to get to know you, Olivia," The guy said, and I cringed. "I am seeing someone," I said quickly, and he smiled. "Well, if he isn't the Alpha, Beta, Gamma or Delta of Woodclaw, then I don't care. I like what I see, and I am in search of someone that would be my luna. Since you walked in here, all eyes have been on you. You have captivated everyone effortlessly. The women envy you, and you are oblivious to your effect. You seem well-cultured. I want to get to know you and settle down with you eventually. Just think of it. You are perfect for Luna, my luna," He said, sounding t

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .