Passage Du Desir Review Novels & Stories

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

The world outside ceased to exist—no danger, no threats, just them, lost in the fire consuming them both. His lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She arched beneath him, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his hands explored, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He was slow, methodical, savoring every reaction he pulled from her. “Matteo,” she murmured, her voice barely above a breath. He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire. “Say it again.” She did. And he rewarded her with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, filled with a promise neither of them dared to put into words.

If that’s how he wanted to play this, I’d figure it out myself. I marched back to my desk and flipped open the file, scanning through the details of the latest fire. A small residential building in a quiet neighborhood. No casualties, but the family had lost everything. The cause was still “under investigation,” but I could already see the similarities to the other cases we’d looked into—another suspicious fire with no clear origin. I started cross-referencing with the previous reports, and after an hour of digging, my frustration started to build. There was something here, something I was missing. I needed a second opinion.

CAMILLA “Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy and clouding my thoughts. I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it. Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath. “Deal.” He chucked deeply, “good fox.” I barely had time to breathe.

Unlike when Dom impregnated me with Emily, with Desmier, I had the impression that I was coveted, treasured, even if he'd shown it in a gritty, raw method. I was betrayed, my body showing me how I stupidly wanted all the gruffness Desmier could give me, but it was different. With Dom, it was worse. He'd spent all that time in psychological warfare, leading me on and tricking me to think that I'd mattered. He was cunning, playing on my goals for my artwork. Desmier was direct, blunt and taking what he wanted, but also giving me what I hadn't realized I'd needed. He somehow understood what I wanted and delivered, seeing to my pleasure and expediting a shattering orgasm that should have had me

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.

Narrator’s POV. As Desiree ran to the western territory, she hoped to the gods that he was going to show up. She was finally interested in a man and she also hoped that karma would not play harsh tricks on her by making her chase the guy for once in her life. Disappointment was etched on her face when she got there and he was no where to be seen, she could not even catch his scent at all, she had been stood up by a fucking guy! He was not going to show up and she knew it.

No rush, no dominance; just tender connection. One such morning, sunlight slanting golden across the sheets, Alexander kissed Luca awake, slow and deep. Julian watched, eyes soft, before joining, placing his lips against Luca’s neck, hands roaming lazily. “We need this,” Alexander murmured, sliding down Luca’s body, lips brushing his hip. “To remember why we’re doing it.” Luca arched as Alexander took his cock into his mouth with a gentle suction, tongue swirling without urgency. Julian kissed Luca’s lips, swallowing his pleading moans, fingers teasing his entrance with feather-light circles.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”

“That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.” His grip on my neck tightens, cutting off my air for a beat and I shatter as my orgasm crashes over me while pussy spasming wildly around his fingers, juices gushing out as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop drawing it out until I’m a trembling mess then finally eases his hand away. I slump against the desk panting as a satisfied grin spreads across my face as the aftershocks ripple through me. God, that was everything I wanted. Professor Jeff’s steps back adjusting himself with a smirk. “Hope you’re