Pure Desire Book Novels & Stories

That she could meet kindness with passion, instead of reservation. Yet even as she sat beside the man she was meant to marry, another memory intruded unbidden. A fire crackling in darkness. Fingers brushing her shoulder. Dark eyes watching her across a room thick with restraint. The dangerous pull between two people who should never have been alone together. “Loren?” The Prince’s voice carried gentle concern. “You seem distant.” She forced herself back to the present. “Forgive me,” she said softly. “I was simply taking it all in. It’s so beautiful here.”

Jonathan chirped in response, eyeing them in the rearview mirror. Purity was nervous. Even now, what had happened in the shower with Tener lingered in her thoughts. It felt so good to be touched, but truthfully it was nothing more than that. She wasn’t drawn to Tener with her heart. The physical attraction was extensive. She had always been a sucker for guys with long hair. But that was all. “Oh, Purity, before I forget, do you like romantic thrillers? Such as in films?” Jonathan’s random question caught her off guard, but she nodded, “Yes, I do! Why?”

Jessica'S POV Sitting on the roof of my old, run-down house, looking at the endless sea of stars in the black sky, thinking of my life, what my purpose is in life. I have no family, no friends, and hell, not even pets. I have no one, nothing, nothing to lose, nothing to hope for. I'm simply surviving, not living. I'm breathing, but I feel dead.

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

And he had even neglected me because of her. That night, he lay awake in bed, tossing and turning. After what felt like forever, he got up and entered my room. Realizing that all of my belongings were gone, he froze. The moment he saw an envelope on the desk, a sudden wave of unease washed over him. With trembling hands, he picked up the envelope. Taking a deep breath, Cole opened it. Soon after, he collapsed onto the floor, disbelief written all over his face. "Why did Kate suddenly decide to go to Brightmoor? What did she mean by never coming back?"

What do I have to do to get attention? I try not to moan when the exquisite flavors burst through my pallet. Slowly closing my eyes, I let the fireworks of spices drown my body. I've never tasted chicken parm this good before. I remind myself to thank the head chef later. When I opened my eyes, chills went down my spine—no not chills, electricity. I'll be stupid if I won't acknowledge the sphere of electricity that has been flying around the room. I don't want to deny the fact that my toes are curling with the thought of Lucas naked. In my bed. Dark. Alone.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

Her body shaking and falling forward as she orgasms, his hips moving faster. "I want that floor wet Kitty, I want to see just how much you love when I do this." Anaya tries screaming as she orgasms, his hand holding her head against him as she struggles to breathe. His hips starting to move again. The vibrations from her moans, sending him closer to the edge. Anaya's body growing more tired as she keeps having orgasms. The orgasms slowly turning painful as Marcus's hips speed up, his hand holding her head against him as he cums.

The vision of what made you lose any trace of chivalry. I grabbed her hair, curling a handful in her hand, completely excited. Jessy's mouth, hot and wonderfully wet, stuck around that pulsating flesh, and I noticed that she was as excited as I was. I could very well start touching myself while taking me to pleasure, and that would end me for good. I prayed that she wouldn't do it. At least not yet.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.