Tainted Desire Novels & Stories

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

He looks back at me and I take the moment to run my fingers through my wet slit as a way to entice him. It seems to work because he moves back to settle between my legs. “I can’t touch you.” He pushes a digit through my folds and I shudder against it. “I can’t claim you. Can’t let anyone know that you’re fucking mine and it pisses me off.” He leans back down and brushes his lips across my pussy and his facial hair tickles the sensitive flesh. “I’m going to have to watch men hit on you with the taste of your cunt on my tongue and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.” “No one is going to hit on me.” I bite my bottom lip, wondering where this sudden bit of insecurity is coming from. I thought h

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead in a touch that was almost tender, almost kind. But there was nothing kind about this man. Nothing kind about the way he’d ensnared me, trapped me in this web of desire and guilt and twisted need. And as he pulled back, his eyes glittering with dark satisfaction, I knew one thing for certain: This was a game to him, and I was already losing. And worse still—I wasn’t sure I wanted to win.

A single word. Hotter than fire, heavier than sin. Mara’s lips parted. “Me?” “I desired you,” he confessed softly. “Far too deeply. Far too humanly.” A flicker of guilt passed over his features. “Desire is forbidden for us. The moment I felt it I fell.” She swallowed hard, heat curling low in her belly. No one had ever looked at her like that like she was something holy and ruinous all at once. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as though he feared she would break.

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

I felt the emptiness immediately and hated it. He cleaned us both up with quiet efficiency—wipes from his bag, careful hands. When I was dressed again he kissed me once, slow and deep, tasting like shared breath and something darker. “Same time next week,” he said. “And Eli?” “Yeah?” “Don’t touch yourself between now and then. I want you desperate.” The command landed low in my gut and stayed there. I walked out of the library that night with his come still warm in the condom he’d discarded, my hole pleasantly sore, and the absolute certainty that I was already addicted. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

"Let us take care of you." His words were like a spell, releasing her from the last vestiges of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the pleasure, to the sensations that washed over her, her body responding to their touch with a hunger that surprised even her. Jenna's lips trailed down her body, her tongue teasing, her fingers exploring, while Travis's hands roamed over her skin, his touch firm and confident. Sadile was lost in a sea of sensation, her moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The candlelight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the desire that shone in their eyes, the hunger that drove them.