The Last Desire Novels & Stories

“It isn’t your fault. I came here wanting excitement.” He leaned toward her. “If ‘Taming the Wild Queen’ isn’t your kind of excitement, we can fix that. Tell me what you want, Mackenzie. We’re in the business of creating fantasies here. What is your deepest desire? The one that sets your body on fire? The one that makes you melt without being touched?” She drew a long breath, then let it out. Desire… What did she know of desire? A keen ache passed through her. She sighed.

But he took hold of each of her hands and removed them from the covering of her chest. “My God, you’re beautiful!” he uttered as its eyes trailed over her body. “K-Kenneth, don’t…” she croaked as she tried to hold on to sanity. Seeing the raw desire on his face, Candy knew he was unstoppable. His head descended and his mouth found her nipple. He touched it with the tip of his tongue, withdrew, did it again. Candy trembled as the blissful ache of desire kindled low in her abdomen. Its burning lips engulfed his whole being. He suckled her, nibbled her, teased the sensitive nubs with his tongue.

She didn't care and then she actually lost her temper on the last person that had come in to basically beg for his power not to be relinquished to anyone. “I'm done.” she said she just basically pushed the folder towards him “excuse me.” the person asked as they looked at her very confused as to what she was talking about. Apparently they had never actually seen a woman when they had completely given up on whatever they were going to do. She was literally done. Desiree did not care anymore and she did not want to have to deal with any of this.

Adam Desiree was perfect for me. When she passed out, I wasn't happy, but I knew how intense a claiming was, so I let her sleep for an hour and soon I had to have her again. I spread her legs and went back in with my cock. Desiree woke up moaning. I felt her all over me. Her scent filled my senses, and I felt complete. I fucked her like a mad wolf. I had restrained myself for months, all leading to this. I intended to take my fill and satisfy my wolf, but as I pumped and she moaned my name, I knew I would never get enough of her. Her reaction to me was driving me crazy. I felt like a wild animal. She had unleashed the beast in me. I wanted to grind my cock in her pussy for the rest of my lif

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

“Of course not. That’s wicked. How could you think of that? Adessa seduced Kael. I told you he told Dexter that he was about to forgive you for cheating on him, but then Adessa seduced him and threatened to tell everyone he raped her. Adessa is the enemy, Desiree. Not me.” “I’m going home to my apartment.” She stepped back, tilting her head up as she looked at me with raised brows. “I need time to think.” “Don’t give me that attitude, Desiree. I am still your mother. You do as you’re told.” “I said I needed time to think if I really wanted this.” She turned around and was about to reach for the doorknob.

his voice is seductive. Anastashia closed her eyes as if she didn't like what he said. She was right, even after many years passed, her desire for this man was still there. Even though she had been angry for a longer time now, the heat in her body prevailed more. As if in an instant, everything disappeared and it was replaced by an overwhelming desire for Arthuro. Anastashia, will you stop yourself? She asked herself. "Stop being yourself, Arthuro!" she insists but she was just lying to herself.