Object Of My Desires Novels & Stories

My eyes could show it, my desire for her, and I know she could see through it too; know it one hundred percent because I could actually read her mind. If she says I am looking at her like I was stripping her naked, then she was exactly right. I am really stripping her naked. I am already fucking her through my eyes. I am already having lewd thoughts about her just by looking. Yes. I wanted to fuck her. Fuck her senseless. I am the Demon of Lust in the first place. It has been my nature to be lustful. I am meant to be this way. You couldn't find fault in that. And now, I have finally made my desires known to her. I would have her before this night is through, and no one could stop me from doi

I shook my head and spat out the toothpaste, Mac was the one I was going to see today, the one I was mated to, and the only one who entertaining obscene thoughts on was okay, When did I become the girl that lusted after two men? What I felt toward Mac was simply compulsion because he had never looked at me with a glimpse of desire, and I never had too. There was no connection between us. Still, because we were mated, the desire was there when our skin grazed, and maybe if he opened up his heart to me, too, it would manifest into something bigger, but I wouldn't hope for that. Whatever he meant by not wanting me to be an object for just pleasure was merely his concern, I still had no idea why

Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once. “I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked. “How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body. My hips rose even higher, and he made a grunting sound. “Very,” I breathed. His gaze locked with mine, his seductive scent hit my nose.

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?”

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

he said desperately. I stared down at my bracelet that's suddenly loose on my wrist. "Samantha... Marie Samantha Fortalejo." I gave him a smile and he gave me a breathtaking smile as I rushed to leave. This definitely felt like a princess moment, except I ain't loosing a slipper.

I knew what I wanted and, maybe if I persisted, I could convince him of that fact. “I know what I want,” I purred, “I want to be used like a toy… I want to be groped… I want to be used… I want the pain and the pleasure... I want cocks… Big cocks… lots of them.…As many as possible… Please.” As I begged and moaned, I got even more turned on by my own words. Just saying out loud my deep desires made me feel so hot. I rolled my eyes a little as I looked at Dan. I put my legs under my soft thighs and held my pussy lips open for him while I looked into his eyes.

I wanted every sound she made, every tremble of her body, every reluctant admission that she already belonged to me. I guided her backward until the backs of her knees met the edge of the bed, then lowered her onto the soft sheets with controlled strength. Lena lay there breathing hard, her eyes wide and dark with a mixture of fear and burgeoning desire while I stood over her and slowly removed my own shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle I had honed through years of disciplined control. Her gaze traveled over me hungrily despite herself, and a fresh surge of possessive satisfaction coursed through me. I joined her on the bed, covering her body with mine so the solid weight of me presse

even while tears were in her eyes. I’ve been obsessed with her since the day she moved in. For months I’ve been clenching my jaw at the dinner table, forcing myself to look away every time her eyes met mine. She thought I hated her. Good. It kept her safe. Because the truth was far more dangerous. Every time she walked past me in those short skirts or tight tops, I wanted to drag her across the table, rip her clothes off, and fuck her right there in front of everyone. I wanted to claim her. Own her. Make her mine. But I couldn't so I obsessed about her as discreetly and as creepy as I could.

How I miss my old self. "Eat. You'll get prettier," said Klyde when the waiter walks away. I rolled my eyeballs again and started eating. I was in the midst of appreciating the taste of the dish when a thought popped up to my mind. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait!!! Is this--- perhaps... a date?!?! I swallowed hard and looked up to him. He paused eating and stared at me too. "What?" he asked. No doubt that Klyde Aero Morrison has this unbeatable charm and charisma. The way he stands, the way he talks, the way he eats, the way he stares, the way he looks--- everything on him is just so perfect. The real ideal man of every woman in the world.