My One Desire Novels & Stories

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

Something unreadable crossed his face. For a second, Serena thought he might refuse. Instead he said quietly, "Only if you want to." The room grew still. Serena looked at the piano again.Then back at Lia. And finally she nodded. "One song." Lia cheered. Damon looked far too pleased with himself. Serena walked toward the piano slowly. The closer she got, the quieter the room became. She sat down. Placed her fingers on the keys. And took a breath. The first note echoed softly through the room. Then another. And another. The melody was simple. Gentle. The kind that settled into silence instead of breaking it. For a while nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The music filled the room. Warm and soft. And

“Sending those gifts… I just wanted to make you feel desired. I never expected you to actually meet me.” I studied him carefully. He was handsome, respectful, and surprisingly easy to talk to. But there was also a quiet intensity in his eyes that made my stomach flutter. After almost an hour, I leaned forward slightly. “Be honest with me,” I said softly. “What do you really want from me?” Collins looked me in the eyes. “I want one night with you,” he said quietly. “No strings. No blackmail. Just one night where I get to worship you the way you deserve. The way your fiancé apparently doesn’t.”

he demands "no i havent, i cant my body it just wont, its desensitised its....... its broken. but that doesnt mean i dont want too, i still want to help you acheive yours" i say almost desperately these sensations are magnificent and i dont want him to stop, but he looks like hes about to walk out the door

She was not pretending. Her words came from her heart. “Why do you want to marry him?” I asked directly. “You know life won’t be easy with him.” She met my gaze without hesitation. “I want to be someone’s need,” she said softly. “I want to be someone’s desire.” Then her lips curved into a small smile. “And I won’t lie.” “Vincenzo is my desire.” The determination in her eyes surprised me. She wasn’t dreaming of a crown. She wasn’t chasing power.

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?”

Following the video call, a she-wolf was showing off to me, "I am Elise, Lucian's first love. I never expected that he would still keep me in his mind after he mated for so many years. When I get back to him, I found that he still had my nickname tattooed on the inside of his wrist. All of the stuff related to us are well preserved. See, he's still calling my name in his dreams and he was probably thinking about our past. After all, it was his unforgettable first love time." My heart was numb from the pain after hearing this, and my wolf can let out a sorrowful howl. I asked, "What do you want from me?" It took a long time for the she-wolf to reply, "I just want to get back what belongs to m

I saw raw despair in her pupils—the begging of a soul that sold itself for a price I never intended to pay. “That love will never be returned, Maia. Get that through your vain head once and for all,” I hissed, leaning close so she wouldn’t miss a single syllable of my venom. “I haven’t given up on Amy. I will never give up on her. She is the only woman I desire, the only one who inhabits my thoughts when I close my eyes, and the only reason I still breathe.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to stop myself from pulling her in and kissing her. But when I accidentally touched her hands and smelled her perfume, my dick moved. I felt the running electricity just by our touch, my prolonged resistance has finally given way. I cannot take it anymore. The agony of not wanting to touch her is killing me. I wanted to devour her, to taste her sweet lips again. Yes, I have been wanting to taste her again. It’s like a fire ignited within my body when I felt Scarlett’s kiss again. My courage grew even stronger as Scarlett responded to every kiss I gave her, to every touch. The sight of her body illuminated by the moonlight only made my desire burn even

his voice is seductive. Anastashia closed her eyes as if she didn't like what he said. She was right, even after many years passed, her desire for this man was still there. Even though she had been angry for a longer time now, the heat in her body prevailed more. As if in an instant, everything disappeared and it was replaced by an overwhelming desire for Arthuro. Anastashia, will you stop yourself? She asked herself. "Stop being yourself, Arthuro!" she insists but she was just lying to herself.