Pure Desire Book Novels & Stories

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

And that was it; he got fulfilled in just a few minutes while I was fighting off my annoyance for being left out. I sighed inwardly. When would he get the courage to correct his sexual flaw – the premature ejaculation syndrome? “Thank you, dear. It was so good,” Zed whispered in my ear, his breathing fanning the side of my face. I just smiled and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. And I really hope I could sleep off my frustration every time I got unfulfilled during our lovemaking.

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

“After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!” I stare at her, “What about Jesse?” Rachel raises a brow, “Jesse will realize one day that his place is alwa

He wanted to devour me just as much as I wanted to be ruined by him. “Snow,” he whispered, the name sounding like a curse in his mouth. “It’s a name for a girl who doesn’t know any better. But I see the hunger in your eyes. You’ve been wanting to break the rules since the moment you saw me. You’re far from being pure, little bird. You’re a sinner in training, and I’m going to enjoy every second of your fall.” His hands moved all over my skin, fueling my desire. My body trembled, and I was becoming hot, my blood boiling under his touch.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

"For the gods... I mean, God alone." Gods? Slip of tongue. My laugh rumbled low. "Purity breaks easy. Like this." I pressed my palm flat on Zara's chest, feeling her heart pound under that heaving globe. Squeezed gentle, then firmer. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. "See? Your body knows the truth." "Father, please," Zara whispered, but her hips twitched forward. Lust warred in her eyes—killer intent buried under rising need. Suspense thickened; I felt their rage simmering, but my power crushed it.

“I know you feel it too. Stop pretending you don’t like me.” Ethan had tried so hard not to smile. He’d looked down at his notes, heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted to escape. Across the table, Noah watched him with that quiet intensity, cheeks faintly pink. The air between them had felt electric—terrifying and perfect all at once. Like standing on the edge of something vast and irreversible. Ethan had finally looked up, and their gazes locked. No one else in the library existed in that moment. A car horn blared. Ethan slammed on the brakes at another red light, chest heaving. Rain streaked down the glass in frantic rivers.

Isaac pov A luxurious room at Hotel Ramada. Seeing me and a girl's clothes spread here and there in the room, I rubbed my face. Last night was awesome. That girl was quite wild on the bed. It was five past nine when I looked up. I am surely getting late for departure. I found my phone on the coffee table. I took my wallet from my scattered clothes. My night partner is still sleeping. I take a proper bath to wash off her smell. My Beta Liam said it was not good for my reputation to have other females' smell on me because I am still searching for my so-called destined mate. Rubbish. They were the ones who sent me bunches of sultry girls to control. They even conspired so that they could find a

Madam Hale let out a short, humorless laugh. “ Indeed. Too scheming, too power- hungry.” She lifted her teacup, then set it down untouched. “ From the moment she stepped into this house, her purpose was clear.” Her fingers clenched lightly against her ring.