Unlocked Desire Novels & Stories

She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need. She wiggled her ass, getting more comfortable, and then spread her legs. Another slow slide of her finger, up to her clit and then back down to her entrance. She shivered. Oh-em-gee, she wanted to be filled. Maybe she should call Anthony's and cancel their Valentine's dinner reservation. Screw the date. She just wanted fucked. She wiggled her finger until it slipped between her lips and then slid it back towards her clit, splitting her seam. She laid her whole hand over herself and bucked. Her shoulders and ass ground into the mattress while her tits tried to touch the ceiling. Her body trembled as she crested the wave b

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

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!

“See, this is why married girls come to me. They think they’re sinful or bad for wanting it… but really, they’re just starving. Starving for someone to give them permission to be as filthy as he’s been thinking. And I? I derive pleasure in giving it to them.” I press my lips against her neck, teeth grazing. She bites back a gasp, the heat rolling over her. “That’s it,” I whisper, dragging my fingers inside her just a little. “I’ll make you understand everything. Every gasp, every moan, every filthy thought he’s been hiding for years… you’re going to know it all. You’ll remember this every time he touches you—and hate how much you crave it.” She shakes, trying to pull back, and I let her stru

It was as if we'd known each other forever, sharing an unspoken bond that went beyond words. His touch had awakened a fire within me, a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. I wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that thrilled and terrified me. The way he'd taken care of me while I was down, the concerned look on his face, had all combined to fuel my desire. I was still clad in my delicate, see-through nightgown, and the cool air brushed against my skin, raising goosebumps. With a playful resolve, I let the blanket slip from my fingers, deliberately exposing my body to him. His gaze drifted downward, tracing the path of the blanket's descent. When his eyes reached my che

I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to stop myself from pulling her in and kissing her. But when I accidentally touched her hands and smelled her perfume, my dick moved. I felt the running electricity just by our touch, my prolonged resistance has finally given way. I cannot take it anymore. The agony of not wanting to touch her is killing me. I wanted to devour her, to taste her sweet lips again. Yes, I have been wanting to taste her again. It’s like a fire ignited within my body when I felt Scarlett’s kiss again. My courage grew even stronger as Scarlett responded to every kiss I gave her, to every touch. The sight of her body illuminated by the moonlight only made my desire burn even

Guilt stabbed sharp, but desire burned hotter. Lucas yanked her yoga pants and panties down in one motion. She heard his belt buckle, the rasp of his zipper. Then his thick cock nudged between her thighs, sliding through her slick folds. “So wet already,” he rasped, lips at her ear. “You love this, don’t you? How wrong it is.” “Yes,” she whispered, pushing back against him. “Please, Lucas.”

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.

Private. He turned to me, eyes black with pure lust. “Alright, Ava. Time to pay your old man's debt like a good little whore.” His big hand shoved straight up under my tank top, rough palm claiming my bare tit completely. He squeezed hard, thumb flicking my stiff nipple as he pulled me into a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth, tasting of whiskey and smoke while he pinched and rolled my nipple hard between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth despite myself, my body betraying me.