The Time He Desires Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat “But you haven't met anyone, have you?” I tried to defend myself “Well I…” “Technically, you are out of time. The month is already up and you still haven't found someone yet!” “I still have a few days left” He shook his head slowly “I am just looking out for you, yunno.” He continued. “I want you to fall in love with your soul mate, get married, have children, little boys that’d keep me company” He looked dreamy, with a smile twitching at the side of his lips and his eyes gazing into the distance distant.

"My love, I'm thirty years old, and I find myself grappling with a nagging sense of urgency. After all we've been through, I can't shake off the feeling that time was slipping through my fingers. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his desires pressing against his chest. "It's not just the idea of being in a relationship; it was the kind of relationship that mattered, one rooted in commitment and love. I want, no I desire to be married, to create a life filled with shared dreams and adventures. I imagined our future: weekends spent playing in the yard, splashing in puddles, and having picnics at the park.

You’re going to destroy everything. "What do you want?" I asked, the words barely audible. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with an intense craving. "I desire... to consume a lot of time with you, little one," he said, his voice a low, compelling promise. "A lot of time to introduce you to things you've never conceived of. Things that would make your quiet world change." He paused, his gaze fixed on my quivering lips. "And then, after that, I'm going to possess you until you forget your own identity."

I will make this quick," he mumbled, lighting up the cigarette on his lips. He took a long drag and puffed it into the air. "We will start with your greatest desires. What are your desires?" I gave him a skeptical look, wondering where he was driving out, but I answered anyway, playing along with his gaze. "To be a graduate, have a lot of money, fame, and a very luxurious house to myself," I state my desires; of course, I need a luxurious house. If I get back my baby, which I have faith that I will very soon, I need a place that she can call home; besides, I can't be going from one habitat to another; I need to settle down someday. "Fine, you will get all that."

His eyes bore into mine, dark and dangerous. “You need to learn control, princess. You can’t have everything you want just because you want it. Desire is a weapon and it can destroy you if you wield it recklessly.” I laugh bitterly, the sound trembling with frustration and longing. “You… you’re impossible! I hate this!” I shiver violently, my body screaming in protest, my desire spiraling out of control. His reaction is slow, deliberate, a predator savoring the tension. He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’ll have me… in my time. Not when you demand. Not when your body screams. Not until I decide it’s necessary.”

“The tension between what someone wants… and what they allow themselves to act on.” My lips curved slightly. Restraint. Interesting choice of word. Because if there was one thing I wanted to test… it was exactly that. Could he really resist me? Or was that calm, controlled professor act just a fragile mask? I tilted my head, raising my hand slightly. “Yes?” Jeff said. “I have a question about the poem.” “Go ahead.” I leaned forward a little. “When writers talk about longing,” I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?”

"I’m the blade." "You are the masterwork," Adrian corrected softly. His gaze dropped to Julian’s mouth, lingering there with a heavy, explicit heat that made Julian’s thighs tremble. "And when a man spends three months sharpening a blade, polishing it, holding it against his own skin... he grows attached to it." Julian felt a hot spark flame in the pit of his belly. It had been years since anyone had looked at him with desire that wasn't tied to ownership or contempt. Victor had treated him like a house pet. But Adrian looked at him like he was a dangerous, exquisite storm.

(Hum hass nahi rahe, kuch or baat hai) He said and entangled our fingers a little roughly. I felt my heart beating wildly when he kissed my nape but it calms down as he drifted into a sound sleep. The next few days of mine passed in taking care of him. I used to spend my time helping him with almost everything. I help him in bathing, eating, and roaming around a little. My whole day passes in his chamber talking to him and laughing at a lot of things. He also shared his perspective towards life as he thought that Life was something that should be lived on our wants and desire but it somehow hit me hard as I questioned him back 'on what cost we should fulfill our want and desires'.

HIS WANTS """Her glance was a mixture of desire and timidity, he didn't want to judge her according to her actions, for the years he had been stalking her, In her room. He only wanted to cherish this moment. . He pressed his hand into the smaller of her back and pulled her still closer, causing the lower part of his body to twitch in excitement and yearning for this little woman. He was aware of his male hardness swelling inside his tight breeches, his male hardness was strained like a mad thing to get ever close, he wants to be fully sated between her legs.

I burn with desire for him. His smile stretches. “I don’t give a damn.” His lips melt on mine. We're just horrible people.