Unholy Desire Novels & Stories

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

I couldn't hold back anymore—my breath hitched, and I gave in, moaning her name like a prayer I wasn't supposed to say. The booth felt smaller, hotter, our sins mixing in the stale air. There was no salvation here—only raw, unholy desire, and I was lost in it. "Get up on your feet," I commanded. She obeyed without hesitation, standing before me like she always did—ready, willing. Without a word, I grabbed her and lifted her onto the edge of the booth counter. Her legs spread naturally, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from how wet she was, dripping with need.

“It’s been a few months. I’ve tried hydration, diet changes, over-the-counter products. Nothing really helps.” “Any pain during arousal or intercourse?” My mouth went dry. “…There hasn’t really been either. Not for a while.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me in a way that felt… undressing. “Loss of libido?” “I think it’s more like my body stopped… cooperating. Mentally, I still want—” I stopped. My tongue betrayed me. He leaned forward. “You want…?” My eyes met his. God, what was happening? He didn’t blink. “Aliyah. You can say it. There’s nothing shameful about desire. Especially when it’s gone unfulfilled for a long time.”

A single word. Hotter than fire, heavier than sin. Mara’s lips parted. “Me?” “I desired you,” he confessed softly. “Far too deeply. Far too humanly.” A flicker of guilt passed over his features. “Desire is forbidden for us. The moment I felt it I fell.” She swallowed hard, heat curling low in her belly. No one had ever looked at her like that like she was something holy and ruinous all at once. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as though he feared she would break.

Everything is surging in me like a savage stream, aggravating my desires. As he slams my back on the bed and falls atop me, my sweet pot of honey down there is already dripping with his bittersweet arousal. The throbs are massive and strong, almost causing a rapture. Every single nerve in me is on high alert, calling him. The mere stroke of his huge bulge against my sensitive, needy spot jerks my back up as a moan of desire escapes my lips.

To mark me with his hands, abuse me with his teeth and devour me with his kiss. There is something seriously wrong with what is happening inside of me right now. Possessed. Owned. Controlled. I want to feel all of those things and I want to feel them with him. It’s a terrifying thought. Passion unfurls deep inside my chest, spreading roots of delicious desire throughout my limbs. What the hell is happening to me? My lips move fast as I whisper his name in a mindless chant full of abandon.

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

The infamous black sheep of the family, notorious for his various scandals, and irresistible to women who threw themselves at him without hesitation. Was wanting him wrong? Was craving every inch of my body being explored by this dangerously seductive man a betrayal? I couldn't tell, but one thing was crystal clear, for the first time in forever, I felt desired, intoxicatingly desired. I straightened my blouse, smoothed my hair, and unlocked the door. I sat at my desk, opened my laptop, as I sat smiling, lost in that whirlwind of painful desires and forbidden pleasures. Then my phone buzzed on the desk. It was an sms from Sophia, Noah's mother.

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.