The Time He Desires Novels & Stories

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”

“You are talking like I am going to be here with you all the time.” “Do you think I don’t want you here all the time?” he asked as he pulled back and looked at her. “I do.” “But.” She said, even more confused. “Don’t,” he said. “We will work up to everything in time. Just know that you are where you are supposed to be. Do you understand that?” “If you say so.” She said as she yawned. “Good girl.” He whispered as he touched his lips to her temple. “Now, close your eyes. If you wake up again, I will be right here next to you.”

With surgical precision. With cursed poetry. “I want to see you,” he writes. “Just talk.” Lies. We both know it. And yet… “Twelve o’clock. The café on the pier. Ask for the back table.”

He also had feelings for me. "I don't want to deprive you of this opportunity, not until you have a clear understanding of your desires. You deserve some time to yourself." Frederick was gasping for air just as much as I was, his hands gripping tightly onto my wrists. I could sense the rapid thumping of his heart beneath my touch, and a smile crept across my face as I leaned in for another tender kiss.

“So do I. And bite+bite will make what? Lovers.” “Tell me,” I say softly, “are you satisfied?” “With what?” “The date being set.” He smiles. “You assume I had a hand in that?” “I assume you always have a hand in something.” He squints his eyes at me. “I have no hand in this, Desiree. Come to me when you want run. I am always available thank my brother even if you wouldn't let me love you.”

he told me as his fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against his body and my half naked body shivered. I wore nothing except a revealing silk gown, "you seem to speak so much on sexual desires, Master Abigor, do you not wish to have some romance between us?" "There is much romance in sexual desires. Nonetheless, I do find myself to be quite the romantic gentleman. If you must know I will spend all waking moments with you. I wish to listen to you sing for me as I play the piano. I wish to watch you dance in the privacy of our bedroom and I wish to dance with you, swaying to the music played by an orchestra at a Ball where all eyes will be on us. I wish to kiss you as though my li

the man was hesitated to say, while Damien glared at him so hard that he desperately wanted to slap his face. “You old man what do you know about timing. You have to create the time for it and make it the right time. I want my bride as soon as possible and you better don’t mess this up, else you lose your life,” he added and dismissed him out of his presence without sparing him one last glance. “Soon, just very soon, everything would fall into place for me,” he thought wickedly with a smirk appearing on his lips…

Some nights the memory still felt fresh enough to suffocate him. That was another reason Serena made him nervous. Because for the first time in years, Kael caught himself wanting things again .Real things. Dinner downstairs with laughter. Someone waiting awake when he got home late. Warmth,home. God. Home was the most dangerous word of all. A knock sounded against the office door before Damon walked in without waiting for permission. “You look terrible,” Damon said immediately. Kael barely glanced up. “Good evening to you too.” Damon dropped into the chair across from him with a glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re doing the staring-out-the-window thing again.”

He trailed his nose from her neck to her cheek with his eyes closed. “Sé que te lastimé, mi amor, y sé que ninguna cantidad de disculpas que diga puede traer de vuelta a tu madre. Pero realmente espero que me creas cuando digo que deseo poder recuperar las manecillas del tiempo. Si hubiera sabido que el destino nos uniría, nunca lo hubiera hecho. Nunca haría nada para lastimarte cariño. Ocupas cada aire en mí ahora y realmente deseo que haya una manera en que pueda hacer que lo veas. Desearía que hubiera una forma de hacerte entender cómo me haces sentir. Estos dos años sin ti han sido los años más largos que he vivido, ahora que te tengo no quiero que te vuelvas a perder mi amor. Realmente

His words poured through her veins like molten gold. “You’ll stay with me?” A low vibration thrummed beneath her skin—a growl caught between desire and control. The boundaries of time have weakened. I can stretch these moments further. Her heartbeat thundered. “Tell me how much time we have.” Silence weighed until he answered: Enough to satisfy, not enough to sate.