Object Of My Desires Novels & Stories

She helped him out of the pants, her eyes hungrily staring at the object of her scorching desires. "Don't just stare amor, touch me." Christian's words snapped her out of the trance his hard, veinous dick had pulled her into. She looked at him, at the angry bulbous purple head, oozing pre-cum. The length rested on his abs, twitching under her scrutiny.

And my whole interior turned into restlessness, making me as dark as every ripple that crawled below my skin. No one cared about keeping discretion in a place like that. Hiding my desires was never my strength, and there, at least as long as I remained inside that place, I could expose every immorality that stacked my interior. I just needed to talk. I inhaled deeply, and turned to Zachary. His gaze was still attentive, clinging to mine. Brown irises so unique with the shadows of lust. This did not help to take advantage of my short flash of excitement, because I was aware of its proximity. I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could o

He had not used it after that. He sank into his office chair and his aim was to start working on the millions of files before him but his mind failed him by derailing to the thoughts of his life. What had he been doing? What did he need? He had been thoroughly hunting for love,for a life partner,but the results so far wasn't satisfactory. Women had jilted him for no reason after they got what they wanted. Money.

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.”

While the song Desire by Meg Myers is playing in the background. With a shaky breath, Destiny says, “As you wish, my love.” And begins to undress while keeping her gaze on me the entire time. All I can do is stare at her beautiful body as I strip myself bare, letting her gawk at my body with those beautiful electric blues that show me the desire this woman has for me. She lays there in all her nakedness, arms above her head, legs spread wide open for me to come invade what is mine. Her hair cascaded all over the pillow, looking like the goddess she was. She was stunning, and she was mine. A growl leaves my mouth, and I inhale her scent. A mixture of Jasmine and Lavender with her arousal. Ta

Below the terrace, the lake moved in the darkness, barely, the way breathing moved a chest — just enough to know it was alive. “I know what this arrangement is,” she said. “I’ve always known. I’m not a child about it.” She looked at me directly. “But I’ll tell you something honest, since we’re apparently spending three days here together.” A pause — “I actually find you attractive. Which is convenient. And I want to make this work — not because I have no choice, but because I’d rather build something real with someone I can stand than spend the next twenty years performing at dinner tables.” She held his gaze. “So. Is there someone else?” “No,” I said.

On the other hand, she felt diminished and objectified, reduced to a mere object of desire and possession. Leanda's thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She yearned for a deeper connection with Alarick, one that transcended physical desires and power dynamics. She wondered if he was capable of offering her the love and respect she desired, or if she was condemned to forever be entangled in a cycle of fleeting passion and temporary possession.

"But I am more than what meets the eye. I am the embodiment of your desires, the cravings that fuel your spirit." Rey's mind raced as she contemplated the child's words. Desire, a force that had both motivated and tormented her throughout her journey. She knew the danger of succumbing to unchecked desires, but she also recognized the power they held. Deep down, she yearned for a life of love, fulfillment, and purpose. The child's form began to shift, morphing into a captivating figure draped in flowing garments of vibrant hues. They emanated an aura of seduction, drawing Rey closer with every step. The air crackled with suppressed energy, and Rey could feel her resolve weakening.

My mate —my Goddess-chosen mate— had forgotten what my normal voice sounds like. The fourth is the most surprising to me, and perhaps the most difficult to deal with: desire. I want Lily back. I have fought it and denied it and insisted it was not true… but one look at Lily last night and I realized that it was pointless to fight it anymore.

I know how traumatic what she went through last night was, and the last thing I’d want is to add more trauma to her life by getting closer to her, if that note from the supermarket was for me. But damn, I would fall if she makes a pass on me again and I know it. After all, I’m just a man with desires. A lot of desires. And the main object of my desire happens to be in my bedroom. The main magnetic pull to unleash such desires. Tempting. Very tempting. I hear a vibration. It’s coming from the pocket of my coat. I dip my hand in it to take my phone and hold my device to my face. “Hello?” I talk first, now waiting or a reply.