Untold Desire Novels & Stories

he shrugged, unwrapping some gum he brought out of his desk. “I feel so bad,” I said, sighing heavily. “Don't, Scarlett. That's the thing, she sees Ares as territory, as some asset…not as the man she's getting married to. “ “How do you know?” “I've been working with Mr Blackwood ever since he took over, trust me. They're relationship is for show if at all,” he said with all seriousness, an indecipherable look in his eye.

6Maya. By now, I should’ve known better. I should’ve known that nothing reckless stays secret forever. But desire is a kind of madness, and in Julian’s arms, all my sense melted into want, into the thrum of something that felt too big and urgent to ever fit inside rules.

“You wish, handsome. I’m all yours tonight.” He sent another massive tip and a message: keep that voice just like that next time. I like hearing the real you. When I ended the stream and closed the top sitting there in the dark with my clit throbbing between my legs. Then shame overwhelmed me all over again but the feeling between my legs topped it—it was exciting and addictive but I’d never done this before, I had never said those filthy words out loud and meant them sincerely. I took off the damp lingerie and changed into an old T-shirt of Mark's with the faint trace of his cologne.

I didn’t even know if I wanted it to. Another wave crashed over me, stronger than the last, and I came with a strangled cry, spilling over my fingers. The orgasm tore through me, leaving me trembling, but the heat barely ebbed. Within minutes it was building again, fiercer, hungrier. What do I call this? This uncontrollably heat and the desire to be fucked? Macmillan, Jordan, Orlando I need you. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, chest heaving.

I could feel the heat between my legs, the way my nipples had stiffened against my bra. Mr. Black was offering me everything I thought I wanted for my career… at a price I had never imagined. And the terrifying part? A dark, secret part of me was already aching to say yes.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I typed the name of the website into the search bar. The screen loaded, revealing a sleek black-and-gold homepage with bold letters: **Welcome to DesireMatch — Where Fantasies Come to Life.** My breath caught. A seductive image of intertwined hands filled the background, fingers laced together in a way that was both intimate and possessive. Below it was a simple prompt: **Ready to explore your desires? Fill out the form and take the first step.** I swallowed hard, my fingers hovering over the screen. I tapped the button to begin.

Right then, I focused more on finding more ideas I could explore in order to get to my answer. I tapped my pencil on my chin, trying to think of other things Renald told me that could be a clue. The arousal? Urgh! I kept getting back to that primitive desire. In the end, I wrote it down too. ‘Deep, intense, unconscious desire for supernatural creatures’. I tilted my head, trying to remember what I could of the biology of arousal when suddenly, a shadow loomed over me from behind.

That was not bad at all. " And?" he asked, taking his hands to the buttons of her shirt. "My phone fell in the gutter," she breathed. She was totally aroused now and explaining how the flood deprived her of her phone was too much to concentrate on. He finished unbuttoning the shirt. "And?" He was barely concentrating himself. His focus was on what he could do with the woman before him. His libido was increasing by the moment and the way she was moving on his little one was not helpful at all. He suddenly didn't want her to talk about the phone anymore. He could just get her another one, dozens, if she wanted him to.

"Everything in you is done exactly for someone like me, Jessy. Who else could try to understand a weird wage earner like me?” I laughed loudly, holding his biceps, bringing him closer. I knew that if we started that we couldn't finish. I knew we would still need to have a more serious conversation, without that sexual desire making us so lascivious. But I think that would never pass. That feeling of torpor, that anxiety that gave me goosebumps from the soles of my feet, that tasty cold passing through the spine. Nothing in the world would bring me that feeling. I had already been lying down with men enough to know the difference. It wasn't just his way of making me moan or cum, it was HIM. I

To get Ark to trust me, pushing the boundaries is necessary, but there is clearly some tension between us that is pulling taut. His gaze exposes everything. "All of them." My surprise isn't an act. He wants me even more so than I could have imagined, and now I'm reeling. I shouldn't be, because it changes nothing, but part of his want for me speaks to my own desire for him. The desire that I shouldn't have... "I wish I didn't, but I often think about that night we spent together." I'm not even lying at this point. That night we spent together tilted my whole world off its axis, putting everything I once knew into question.