Pure Desire Book Novels & Stories

Spending my youth and days buried in church activities and my nights in prayers for the people who don’t give a damn about me and yet my husband can’t do the one thing I need. I can’t help but feel like I need to be purged for the unholy thoughts I keep having these days. Of how I want to be brutally fucked till the bed rattles against the walls. Of how I want to be laid on the table and fucked till I can’t walk anymore. Maybe I do need to be cleansed of these evil thoughts and insatiable burning desires and I know just where to go to get that done. I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outsid

This is a paradise with my loved one, I can't wish for more! ..The END... IF you want an book 2 just comment and vote gems to continue. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Even after being saved by the king, she showed no signs of harboring any selfish desires. Majori was the strangest person he had ever met. But that wasn't his concern. Ryder glanced at me and gave a faint smile: "Goodbye." He turned and walked out without a backward glance, leaving the girl behind with her serene smile. ... The sedative acted quickly—royal-quality medication was indeed effective. I mused, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. I didn't want to fall asleep so soon. If only I had tried bargaining with the doctor earlier.

She's too pure for them. I'm Angelo's future wife and my word should count as much as his, right? "Get dressed. I'll wait for you here" I smiled taking the rag from her hand and she looked down at her now empty hands before leaving the kitchen. Apparently, I'm not the only one here in this house who feels like a prisoner. The question is why?

Nobody asked because they normally do this when some customers request privacy. Inwardly scolding herself, Eliza felt hypocritical. Who is she kidding, she likes Matan’s kisses. They make her feel special unlike her previous blackguard of a boyfriend. Matan’s kisses make her long for something more. Miron doesn’t even know how to kiss. His kisses felt sloppy and icky and they didn’t make Eliza long for more. Remembering this, Eliza was afraid that if she let the kisses continue to something more, what might Matan think of her then? He might think her a loose woman and might break their engagement. She couldn’t let that happen. She must remain as chaste as possible if she could still be calle

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

I’m not in the mood to fall prey to a pure-blood just to satisfy Eyla’s fantasies. I let my head fall back. “What kind of research have you done?” “Admittedly, nothing…” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. Pure-bloods, created with the purpose of balancing nature, are the personification of everything that entails living. Seven Sins and Seven Virtues. I have my theories of which pure-blood lives up here, if any, and they aren't a Virtue. “For a girl so willing to seduce one, you don’t know an awful lot," I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

mouth-watering. She so wanted to hold it, feel its temperature against her cheek, sniff it, lick it and even better...suck it. Before that encounter in SilverCayne forest, she had accidentally bought an erotic book from a roadside merchant. Instead of throwing it away after seeing the first page, she had been so curious that she decided to check out one or two more pages and then...she had ended up checking out all of them.

My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it. I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating. Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself. "Fuck it, I'm calling him."