Untold Desire Novels & Stories

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

"You know, I still don't understand why you ran off like that." I turned seeing Trisha eyes narrow annoyance etched on her face. "What do you mean ?" I was quite taken aback from her new attitude. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Samantha. Storm proposed to you five years back and confessed all his love for you, and you run off without an explanation. He was wrecked when he entered Yale, and I was there to comfort him. I'm so glad he moved on." She sneered at me.

If only she knew the tiny spark she got from him would spread like wildfires she would distance herself from him, but it was too late. He looked at her the way she needed to be looked at. Like the whole world could be burning into ashes and he wouldn't blink. Like she was the only thing that mattered. Like he is willing to give up so much for her. She never understood desire until she crossed paths with him. She wanted him. He was her definition of desire. Josephine never knew how engulfing the flames could be till now. Josephine, closed her eyes as she took deep breaths. 1 2

he said with satisfaction behind the girl's ear, who was already squirming. She would never have thought that just like he had dreamed of the girl, this would be the reaction to what he would do. “Nickolai is right; you really are horny, Des! ” he whispered. Desiree listened intently to what he was saying, but she didn't seem to care. Excitement overwhelmed her at the strange sensations the man she didn't even know was making her taste. The girl's moans doubled as one of the man's palms slid down her middle.

Still, a part of me couldn’t shake it—the way he looked at me, the desperation in his voice, the raw hunger he couldn’t hide. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what unsettled me the most.

Pre-cum spilled from my engorged prick, no doubt staining my pants. The arousal was sizzling through every cell in my body, burning every semblance of sanity I had left. And I hadn't even touched her. She was fully clothed. This was something I had never felt before towards any woman. I don't know if it's the taboo of our relationship dynamics that made this desire so strong, but I was willing to get soaked in it and die in it. “Uncle Iv…” My eyes flew open, fixing on her face with a little glare, but instead of feeling angry at that name. It just intensifies the desire running through my body. My cock, wailing and wanting to be set free.

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”

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 used to think desire was overrated, that it was just one of those human weaknesses I didn’t need to indulge. That’s how I used to see it, until Hades Sinclair, my boyfriend’s adoptive father, walked into my life and ruthlessly rewired everything I thought I knew about desire. He made me realize sex wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t something you forgot once it was over. It stayed with you, lingering beneath your skin. The moment he touched me, everything changed. My body changed. It was as if something deep within me had been awakened, something I hadn’t even known existed. The way he looked at me, the way his hands found every sensitive place, the way he thrust into me, every nerve he’d stirred