Passage Du Desir Review Novels & Stories

I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress. "You just can't resist, can you?" Jeremy's voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to rebuke him, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch. Before I could utter a word, he captured my lips in a ravishing kiss, leaving me breathless. In his kisses, I could feel desire and longing, mingled with his dominance and arrogance. Part of me yearned for it to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to halt him.

She said in her enthusiastic way and she again was about to get up but this time Wadan encircled his arm around her back and completely took her in his embrace. "I don't need dessert or ice cream in sweet." Bringing his face closer to her, he said in an intoxicated voice. And he tightened his hold on Hadia's back. "Then what do you want?" Staring into his intoxicated eyes, Hadia felt her heart start thumping wildly. She always gets nervous of his proximity. "I want this in sweet." But before that she knows his intent, Wadan rubbed his finger on her pink lips and finished the remaining gap between her, and captured her lips.

“If Desmond hadn’t just tried to attack you and I didn’t need to speak with him, you bet that fine ass of yours that I would be in there, pinning you to the wall as I had my way with you.” Desire shot through my core in response to his words. The scent of my arousal perfuming the steam-filled room. I heard Xavier curse before the soft click of the door closing sounded. Between my thighs throbbed as desire consumed me. I quickly pushed it away and finished washing off the evidence of my intense day. -

A soft cry of passion escaped Dirk's lush lips. Dirk drew in a ragged breath, feeling like he was melting from the heat of desire. Tricc's words painted erotic images in his mind, flames consuming him. Trembling and aching for more intimate contact, tendrils of pleasure spread through him, infused with need and want, exciting and arousing, quickening his heartbeat and breath as he began to pant wetly. The hunger for his mate inflamed his flesh, the fire of need threatening to consume him.

he says, his voice thick with desire. And he sits on the edge of the bed, cock straight up and gleaming, dripping with my juices. I straddle him, my legs trembling slightly as I lowere myself onto him. It feels so amazing that I lean my head back and groan at the sheer delight of it all. So he holds my hips and let me do the work, my pussy holding him as if in a vise.

She didn’t move,she didn't push him away. His thumb hovered over her lips. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice low, raw, almost desperate. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering—not with fear, not with hatred, but something far more dangerous. She didn’t say a word. His mouth crashed onto hers. It wasn’t soft,It wasn’t gentle,It was fire meeting gasoline—violent, messy, desperate. Her hands clutched at his shirt, his arms locked around her waist as he pulled her to him like he’d been starving and she was the only thing that could keep him alive.

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But I hesitated, knowing that one step too close could ignite a fire we weren’t ready to control. Instead, I let him keep the space, let him stand there, tall, perfect, impenetrable. And for the first time in days, I felt both vulnerable and alive, aware that this contract marriage, with all its rules and boundaries, was also teaching me about desire, trust, and the currents of attraction. Finally, I turned toward the kitchen counter, reaching for the tea cups I had set out earlier. “I’m not going to let her—or anyone—push me aside,” I said softly, mostly to myself, but loud enough for him to hear.

Desire. I got lost in his gaze. Raw. Intense. Wild. Brutal in its essence, but so absurdly direct that it was impossible to look away. I leaned my head forward, brushing our lips together. The heat radiating from his body burned against mine. His muscles were tensed to the extreme. Sweat slid down his temple. He was holding himself back. Controlling himself. A beast in restraint, waiting for me to say yes. Needing my permission. A respect that caught me off guard… and undid me from the inside.

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.