Texts That Make Him Want You Novels & Stories

Adelaide hums, scrolling through her phone and kicking her legs in the air. But I can't speak, not when all the air has been stolen out of my lungs. I stare at the text with widened eyes and with my heart almost beating out of my chest. I can feel my stomach in my mouth already as I read through the text over and over again. “I want to suck all the juices out of that beautiful pussy of yours and fuck you until your legs don't work anymore.”

“Say how much you want this. Tell me exactly.” The demand makes my face burn with shame. Admitting it feels dirtier than anything. “I want everything inside me. I want my stepbrother’s cock stretching my pussy. I’ve fantasized about you filling me up for so long. Fuck me. Please. Make me yours.” That is all it takes.

I want you happy and if Layla is that, then do it. The more I listened to her the more I just got fucked up. Getting what I want? What I want is her and not Layla? Was she drunk? I texted back.. ME: look Kathy we both know what I want.. so please stop talking about Layla as if I'm in love with her the way I'm in love with you.

He let his gaze drop to her trembling lips. “You want to hate me so badly, don’t you? But your body is already begging to be my toy. I’m going to take every 'first' you’ve ever guarded, and I’m going to make you scream for more while I do it.”

"You love me." "Right now I want to kill you," I muttered, but my hands were pulling at his clothes, trying to get them off. He chuckled, the sound dark and full of promise. "Let me make it up to you." But I was done with his teasing. If he wanted to play games, I could make him lose control. "Then take me," I demanded, my voice low and commanding. "Make me yours completely. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk tomorrow."

hunger, need so raw it sends wild shivers racing down my spine. We're still standing in the rain. "I've never craved a woman this way..." His voice drops to something low and rough that goes straight through me. His thumb traces my jaw slowly. "Laia... I want you in the most unhealthy way." His forehead drops to mine, grey eyes holding me completely still. "I want to explore every inch of your body... make you come until you forget your own name... and then I want to hear your screams." His grip tightens just slightly. "Feel that sweet pussy pulsing around my cock when I sink my teeth into your neck."

"So why don’t you tell me what you actually want?" "What do I want?" he murmurs, then kisses me again like he’s trying to burn the answer into my mouth. His hips press into mine, slow and deliberate, and I can feel him—hard and throbbing, like he’s barely holding himself back. "I suck at this part," he says, his voice low and rough. "But I want you. I want you as my submissive. I want to take you apart and put you back together. Show you just how filthy I think about you. Every time I see you."

“The one who makes you wet without touching you yet. Me, Blaze. It's me." My heart thudded against my ribs, slowly as everything stilled. He was the only man who could make me wet without lifting a finger. He only needed his words. I couldn't deny it. Like he hadn't given me a bomb to swallow, he texted again. “Who am I to you, Blaze? I want to know" How could he do this???

“I want to ruin you for any other man…I want you for my own…I want you to crave only my cock…to crave having me deep inside you all the time…making you come…I want that tight, beautiful pussy taking me in so…so…deep…” Ruin me for any other man? He wanted me for his own?

As he turned around, he reminded the housekeeper, "Take good care of my Luna Alice and never let her bump into something." The housekeeper and the servants whispered enviously, "Alpha Lucian is so nice to Luna Alice..." "How I wish I had a mate like Alpha Lucian in my life." I listened quietly, a hint of self-mockery flashing in my eyes and I once thought I had found the best mate in the world, but now I understand that it was just a carefully crafted lie.