Soul's Desire Novels & Stories

"But a girl can hope." Desire coiled deep within me, a relentless yearning that refused to be quenched. The bond between us wasn't just physical; it was an all-consuming connection that left me craving more. My body ached for the warmth of his embrace, the intertwining of our souls that made everything else fade away. "I can't help it," I whispered to Sage. "Being with him... with them... it's like pieces of me that were missing are finally falling into place." "Your desire is strong, but remember, we must care for ourselves and our little ones." Sage chuckled softly.

They began to question the nature of their beliefs and the motives behind the desires of their god. In the quietude of their contemplation, Sasha came to realize that true reward and fulfillment could not be measured solely by the material or by fulfilling the will of Gada. Their heart yearned for a deeper connection, one that encompassed compassion, empathy, and the pursuit of genuine human experiences. It was a longing that transcended the confines of The Violet Moon and beckoned them toward a greater understanding of their own existence.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

The desire flowing between us grew with his forceful touch. Dizzy from the overwhelming arousal of his actions II didn’t realise when he threw away the shreds of lingerie over his shoulders. My naked back pressed against the cold wall, and his warm hands explored my body impatiently. He let out a growl as he pressed his groin against my pelvis emitting a moan through my lips as I threw my head back. I hear the jangling of his belt buckle, truly one of the scariest sounds in the universe, and before my eyes clear from the blur of the sudden rush of desire he carried me towards the large bed against the wall.

My body knows what it's wanting, I want to touch those lips which are pecking my internet. I licked my dry lips unconsciously, desire burning in the soul. He gulped nervously, at the proximity of nearness. What I'm doing? Believe me, I have no idea myself. I just want to, there is something in my mind telling me I need it more than my next breaths.

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

- I couldn't resist. He chuckled. - If you wanted to drag me into your bed, I would have been there already. – I assumed. - So, my body does not interest you, then what do you want from me? - Soul. – Without hesitation for a second, the demon answered. What a twist…

' He poured himself another glass of scotch, his other hand running atop of his slicked hair. Christian's manhood hardened, his hands itching to feel her skin yet again. He whispered to himself after sipping the burning liquid, eyes fixed on the wall. I will find you, even if I have to turn the entire fucking city upside down.

Ark asks softly. Something deep in my soul cowers a little. I've thought about it...the disappointment, the fear that he isn't a good man. It doesn't haunt me though, but only because I don't let it. I trust in whatever divine force paired my mate and I together. “Is that possible? He’s my mate," I remind him. “You would be surprised.” “I need to speak to him in order to learn whether I like him or not," I say. I need to reveal his identity as well, which was tonight's plan, had it not been thwarted.