Prelude To Desire Novels & Stories

The first thing Iris Calloway learned about desire was that it never announced itself. It didn’t come crashing through the door or demand attention. It slipped in quietly, settled beneath the skin, and waited, patient, relentless until it became impossible to ignore. She felt it now, standing in the center of the Blackwood penthouse, a crystal flute of champagne trembling ever so slightly in her hand. Engagement parties were supposed to feel celebratory, Light, Safe. This one felt like a test.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

“We know what tomorrow would bring and that will be a new life, new things, a new beginning and a long life filled with happiness for us. You’re mine forever, Desire” “So are you, my lord” THE END

His gaze turned lewd as he took in her pretty face and attractive figure. "You make my mouth water, gorgeous. Guess I won't be lonely tonight," Buford said with an eerie cackle as he continued to stare greedily at her, as if he'd already stripped her naked. "This pill is called the Curse of Desire, gorgeous. We made it right here. Once you eat it, you'll lose all your rationality and become nothing more than a cat in heat, driven wild with lust. "When the time comes, I'll definitely fulfill all your desires. And if that's not enough for you, all of us Jalunese men here will be more than happy to satisfy you. Hahahaha!"

I lightly blow on her nipple so I can watch it become tighter. “I want to taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” Her brows pinch together, her lips part, and her body begins to move under me. Dara’s back arches for a moment before she lies back down. “I don’t know how much time I have before you wake up. I hate to be quick. I want to take my time with you but if you see me… I can’t imagine what you’d do.” I take her hand, pressing it to my chest. “You would never want me. Not when I look like this.” My gray skin was in stark contrast to hers. “I want to imagine what it’s like for you to want me, which is why I’m here.” I kiss her lips and while hers are unmoving, feeling those soft clouds un

Aurelia Men often assume that desire ignites within the body. They couldn’t be more mistaken. Desire sparks to life the instant someone realizes they are being evaluated—and that there’s no escape from the scrutiny. That’s the moment he comprehends that this meeting is deliberate, not merely incidental.

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?”

With slow, deliberate steps, she approached, each step slow and sensual, her naked form a vision in the firelight despite her blood-stained bandages. Winter’s expression darkened, a tight frown etching his scarred face, though his gray eyes betrayed a mesmerized hunger tracing her curves. His chiseled torso tensed, arousal stirring despite Astrid’s cautious growl, a low warning rumbling in his chest, caution tempering desire. Without a word, Scarlett’s fingers brushed his open robe, sliding it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved to his pants, easing them down until they stood bare, the air thick with heat.

My claws, sharp and desperate, gouged deep into the expensive marble of the tub, seeking purchase as waves of pure, crystalline pleasure flooded my mind with a blinding white light. Nathan did not rush. He was a predator who understood the value of a slow kill. He savored the absolute power he held over me in that moment; he relished the way my breath hitched and stuttered in my chest, and how, through our metaphysical Bond, my soaring desire echoed back into his own soul, feeding his hunger. He watched me break, and in that breaking, he found his own worship.

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”