Untold Desire Novels & Stories

For even having desires in the first place. But tonight, stripped down by one of my mates, in the office of an art auction, my nipples ached, core dripping with desire. I felt something new blooming inside as Pandora watched her mate carefully, desperate to be unleashed to claim him as our own, but aching to be tamed. By him. No man had ever made me feel so powerful, so wanted before. However far he planned to take this game tonight, I was willing to follow him. All the fucking way as Pandora unleashed a new side of me.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

~Lola~ The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

As he brushed away my tears, he said, "it will bury you with desires that you either couldn't satisfy or that didn't go undetected." "But what if that buried desire reawakens?" I looked at him with doubt in my eyes. "Perhaps we satisfied our unfulfilled desires, but such fulfillment comes at a steep cost, and the ultimate result is nothing but remorse and regret, "he remarked sadly in response to my question. After hearing his words, I sobbed loudly, "I don't want to fulfill my unfulfilled desires; I just want to live my life properly." Ankur was probably at a loss for words as he tried to calm me down. Perhaps he sensed I needed someone to talk to about my feelings.

The night before, I wanted to be alone, not around people, I wanted him to tear my clothes off and take me on the bathroom floor over and over and over again. That desire, that desire to possess me like that, had never happened to me except with Nate. I had never felt that uncontrollable urge to throw myself at him, to kiss him until my lungs would protest the lack of oxygen, I’ve never felt the irrepressible urge to rip my clothes off and get banged up until I saw the stars. Even with Brad, I never felt this desire to have his hands on my body. I shook my head and checked the last of the files.

He had underestimated how much his yearning for this little lady was – the sexual desire he had for her was real and unfortunately unfulfilled in their marriage bed. "Only for now, at least." This was the thought that crossed his mind. However, when this overwhelming sexual desire met with the ravenous craving that came from wanting her unsullied and surprisingly fragrant blood, it truly was as if he were sucker-punched in the gut. Fighting it off is going to be perhaps the most difficult thing he would ever attempt in his life, which was not without its fair share of hardships.

It's not just determination or control—it's desire, raw and unbridled. My breath catches in my throat as the realization hits me like a wave crashing over me. I had misjudged him and misunderstood his intentions entirely. The heat in his eyes speaks volumes, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the air feels charged with an electrifying tension, a palpable longing that hangs heavy between us. Despite my initial fear and confusion, a part of me can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through me at the sight of him, boundless desire mirrored in his gaze.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.