Soul's Desire Novels & Stories

He stroked hit with his hands and lifted my body to come over his. I placed him inside me and began to ride. I wanted to be one with him. He guided me, our claws out, and our teeth elongated. "Tonight, you become mine, and I, yours, body and soul," He said, growling close to my sweet spot. My body shuddered as he sucked the skin that Caspain had forcefully marked. I held on to him and sank my teeth into his flesh. His body shook, and I pulled out and licked the spots; I felt the connection forming between us and my orgasm coming closer.

He had not used it after that. He sank into his office chair and his aim was to start working on the millions of files before him but his mind failed him by derailing to the thoughts of his life. What had he been doing? What did he need? He had been thoroughly hunting for love,for a life partner,but the results so far wasn't satisfactory. Women had jilted him for no reason after they got what they wanted. Money.

To keep the soul safe the Moon Goddess will have blessed the werewolves’ mate with a strong soul to stand up to being mated in ceremony, which is meant for the bonding of souls. This ‘strengthened soul’ translates into an extreme amount of vitality, vitality that is even more enticing than blood to vampires. While the Moon Goddess blesses the soul with vitality, she doesn’t bless it with protection. That’s up to the mates. In this recount though, those mates failed to protect her, and she died because of a vampire that wanted to consume her soul’s vitality for power. Unlike the woman though, you have three mates, making your vitality even stronger. Be careful Eleonore, I fear the vampires wi

“Of course Camille I always want and I will be there for you, because there is no person in the world who loves you more than I want to love you, I want you to be the owner of everything that belongs to me, not only my material goods, I want you to be the owner of my life, my heart and even the last of my thoughts” “You too, I think of you, from the moment I get up until I go to bed, you are the only thing I think about, and my life would really have no meaning if you were not by my side” she hugs him, at that moment a taxi passes, and he leaves. goes. Andy wanted to spend that night with her, his desires to be by her side were fervent, but his love and his desire to keep the woman he loved

The delicate folds of Isabella pussy dripped as her clit clenched while more pussy juice rolled from her virginal depths. He swallowed hard, observing how the little hair on Isabella pussy was turning him on. “I want to eat your ass after this.” He stated with a seductive voice. “I want to be the first to break your virginity in every way possible.” The intensity of his gaze was like a fever, a heat that burned through her body, a wave of desire that made Isabella whole being shudder. As his eyes roved over Isabella exposed pussy, her arousal skyrocketed, the very air around them thick with her desire.

His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nate, stay back!" Her voice was the last clear thing he heard before the fire roared to life. His mind raced through every possible escape, but all he could hear was the relentless crackling of the flames, closing in, wrapping around him like a living, breathing thing. The heat blistered his skin, the air too thick to breathe. He could barely see through the haze, barely think past the panic. She was inside, inside that fire. He had to save her. He tried. He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation.

As he looked at Rhea, he wasn't seeing a doctor or a means to an end; he was seeing the only light he had found in the dark. His thoughts were a chaotic swirl of silver fire. He wanted to claim her, to tether his soul to hers so firmly that the Citadel could never pull them apart. He pulled her closer, his heartbeat thundering against his ribs like a war drum, a silent vow vibrating through his very bones: I will burn the world before I let them take this from me. For a few blissful, shadowed hours, they weren't survivors of a dying world; they were the world itself, dancing in a silent, ancient ritual of desire.

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. "And that kind of death doesn't kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can't have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They'd be messed up. So messed up it'll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don't want what they desire." "You're speaking in riddles!" she hissed, clucking her tongue. "Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female."

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

"The original prototype, what did it do before you added the ethical constraints?" Aria looked at the wall. At Echo's warm ambient presence breathing there. "It was a pure desire amplifier," she said. "No consent mechanism. No limits on depth or duration. Just the signal, as strong as it could run, pulling whatever was already in the user's neural architecture and expanding it." She paused. "It was beautiful and I was twenty-six and I did not understand yet what an unconstrained desire amplifier in the wrong hands could become." "And Elias has the original," Sena said.