The Time He Desires Novels & Stories

He has a way of waking up the demons within me, arousing my desires. "I want you, Harper," he repeated, his voice husky with desire. I’m already burning hot for him, my pussy wet and needing him to fill me up. God, I’ve missed him, I’ve missed him so much that my brains refuse to think of any other things but his hands on my body.

he said. Of course, I was very much aware of what that was. " I know what you want, but this is not the right time for it," I said. He looked at me; I could see all the desires on his face; I could see the way he wanted that so bad. " When will the time be right for me to have what I want?" " When the air is cleared, when certain things are being attended to, then we can say that you can not get what you want, and then you go ahead and do whatever you feel like doing to the Alpha," I said.

The one that he only had his eyes with, but the very person that will never accept him. “She who is one of the purest one. Not just a doll, but someone that is significant to that holder. She who will never look at you and return your affection. I can change that, I can make her desperately in love with you.” The temptation that is so good to resist. The exchange that he desires above anything else, and the only thing that he ever wanted. “Time is about to tick once more Nick.” Beatrice reminded him. Words that she is whispering in a dreaded tone. With the fact that is blaring more than ever that, it is the only choice that he will ever have, if he wanted to hold the only desire that he is l

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that sam

I said, smiling. “That is devotion,” he corrected. Want flared, bright and uncomplicated. I let it exist without requiring an immediate room. Planned desire, we had called it. Desire with a future tense. I leaned my head against his shoulder and watched a delivery truck reverse more successfully than the last one we had seen, and the smallness of the moment felt like wealth.

“Part of the build. Tomorrow, I take you home. And then I show you what desire really feels like.” Her breath shivered. “Why wait?” she whispered. “Because I want time,” he said. “Time to undress you properly. Time to taste every inch of you slowly. Time to hear what you sound like when I take you apart over and over.” Her thighs pressed tight. She trembled. Her voice broke on his name. “Adrian…” He kissed her forehead gently. he murmured. “Tomorrow.” She exhaled shakily, already aching for it. Already addicted. And so was he.

He was a master, after all. "Tonight I need you to trust me to give you the pleasure you expect," he said, pushing his fingers against the left strap of my sweater. The fabric slipped on my shoulder, dragging like the friction of fingers against a steel sponge. "I want to know to what extent your body is mine, as well as your mind."

"I can't wait for you to get this sealed. Your step sister is going to get Tiff and she'll be in the UK if you fail to provide her in one month." His voice was hoarse and I could tell that he was pissed. "Father I just need two more months. I need to make Tiff trust me for this to work. Please Father, I only need two months." "Of course that's your automated response, more time. You keep asking for more time when all you do is disappoint me and make me regret having you as a heir." Hearing him say those words sent a rush to my body but I tried to brush it off. I can't let him make me feel devastated at a point like this.

I’m desperate to have him, in my mouth and anywhere else he wants to be. By the time I arrive at his crotch, his impressive length has been freed and throbs impatiently as my mouth approaches it. The fact that this gorgeous man wants me as much as I want him is so exhilarating. I eye his face one final time before I taste him and seeing his expectant smile, I wrap my lips around his hot prick.

I felt my tongue stuck inside my mouth. I tried to clear my throat and sheepishly looked at him and asked unconsciously. “Until when Alpha Eleo? Until when it would last?” ... A mixture of emotions flooded Alpha Eleo’s face. I could not tell clearly if he appreciated my question or if he was offended. His eyes squinted as he gave me a smirk. “Why Adamantem, would you want to last it just in a short period of time or would you want it to last long?” He asked with a ray of smirk on his face. I didn’t know how and what to answer him so I again fell into silence.