Unholy Desire Novels & Stories

She has never felt that way in her life and as much as she wants to deny it, she knows that she wants the kiss again. Amira wasn't the only one feeling that way. Ryan is still trying to get over that night. The desire to have her increased, and it is so damn hard to control himself right now. He has been fighting the feelings he has for her for a very long time, but now that he knows she feels the same way for him, his body starts burning in the fire of want that he can no longer control. Staring into her beautiful eyes, he's finding it so difficult to hold back. The fast beating of his heart is rhyming with hers. He can see that she's also fighting the same thing as him. The desire and want

He had been furious when he came in, and now he was gazing at me with lust. "Would it be a problem if someone desires me, Matteo?" I asked, frowning as I glanced at the undone top button of his shirt. Licking my lips as I ogled the mat of dark hair on his chest, I reluctantly peeled my eyes from it to his face. "Do you not see anything wrong with that?" Matteo's voice held genuine surprise, and his eyes narrowed as I simply shrugged. "Do you have plans to be with another man while you're here, Deirdre? I swear to God, I'll take down the first person who tries to touch you, and then you'll face the consequences. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I can't learn because I always want more and more of you every time. Now let's go before I end up undressing you." Her words ignited a fire of desire within me, but I knew I had to control my desire. With great effort, I pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Let's... let's go," I replied, my voice strained with restraint as I tried to quell the rising desire.

Their eyes stayed on us, unblinking, as we moved together without shame, so exposed it felt unreal, like desire had forgotten it was supposed to be private. “Ahhh… fuck,” I growled, throwing my head back as she took my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.” “She’s good,” Lilith muttered, not bothering to lower her voice. Ruth’s breasts shifted with every slow movement along my length, the soft weight of them rising and falling in my line of sight. The gentle curve, the way they moved so helplessly with her rhythm, pulled a low, aching want from my chest, raw and immediate, impossible to ignore

“You want to see what that young, tight pussy will do to a man who hasn’t fucked in over a year?” His vulgar words make the muscles in my lower stomach tighten, while a rush of wetness pools in my core. I’ve never been so wet. Never been touched by a man as possessively as my uncle touches me. I go to college this year and I’ve been wanting to lose my virginity but I haven’t found any guy deserving of it until him. Uncle Connor. Am I insane for wanting him to take my virginity? Maybe. But I’ve also never wanted a man as much as I want him. The attraction was instant the moment I opened the door and saw him on the other side, hitting me right in my gut as a strange surge of heat filled my bod

I commanded, and he did, towering but compliant. I unbuckled his belt, yanking his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, nine inches of rigid flesh curving slightly upward, the head glistening with pre-cum. It was bigger than I imagined, heavy in my hand as I gripped the base. "You curate others' desires, but what about yours? Tell me what you want." He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "You. On your knees, mouth on me." The words came out strained, his control cracking.

He didn't use words; he used his body, reclaiming me in a way that felt like he was trying to fuse our souls together so the secret would never leak out. The sex was different now. It wasn't just a heat-driven animal act. It was a shared confession. Every thrust was a plea for forgiveness, every bite a promise of protection. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to swallow his darkness whole. I wanted to be the vault where he kept his sins.

I sank lower into my chair, cheeks burning, clutching my notebook like a shield. I was always late these days. Always distracted. Always trying not to stare at Theo, the quiet boy who sat three rows ahead of me — the one who sometimes smiled at me in passing and made my stomach do little flips. But lately, even Theo couldn’t hold my attention when Professor Black was speaking. “Desire,” Professor Black said, continuing his lecture on nineteenth-century literature, “often exists in the space between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.” His voice was smooth and measured, but there was an edge to it tonight that made my skin prickle.

I restrained myself with difficulty, hoping never to let out any curse, but it was difficult. "Severin..." I pleaded. I needed something more. Bigger. Firmer. Stronger. Longer. But I knew not to show that side of me before Severin. He was a gentleman. Someone who believed me to be classic and reserved. He wouldn't like a wild woman. I bit my lower lip so hard I seemed to taste blood, but the hunger only intensified. "Hubby..." My tone came out pleadingly, but I wasn't able to complete my words as something thick and long invaded my pussy, and my eyes went wild!

Cordy said gently, "curses can be broken, dear. But they require specific conditions to be met." She opened the skin-bound book, revealing pages covered in symbols that made my wolf instincts recoil. The text was written in what looked like a mixture of Latin and something far older, far darker. "According to this," she continued, "the curse can only be broken by a Blackthorne descendant who freely chooses to heal the afflicted Ashworth." "Freely chooses," I repeated. "Not coerced, not forced, not manipulated into it." "Precisely." I looked around the room, taking in their expectant faces. Margaret's barely concealed desperation. Rupert's careful neutrality. Cordy's knowing smile. And underl