Untold Desire Novels & Stories

Unspoken Desires Intro; After years of separation, Ethan returns to his best friend’s sister, Harper, at her brother’s request. Harper has refused to work for the family company, and her brother is desperate to change her mind. But when Ethan and Harper are reunited, the unresolved tension between them, built up over years of longing, explodes. What begins as a heated argument about her future quickly turns into an undeniable attraction, burning through their words and actions. In a single, passionate night, they give in to the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface for years, leaving nothing unsaid, and nothing unfulfilled.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

His grip tightened on my hips, and my pulse jumped, desire simmering just beneath my skin. I bit my lip, fighting to keep my voice steady. I want him like this, teetering on the edge, ready to lose control. “I need to know you’re ready,” he said, his voice thick and strained. His hands tightened on my hips, a slow burn sparking to life deep within me. I nodded, words sticking in my throat. Trust. Desire. Anticipation. Caught between craving and the thrill of surrender. I nodded again, trusting him completely despite the thrill of the unknown.

I said, “I am afraid I will unravel. I have always been composed, sensible and faithful. This feels reckless. It feels like standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.” I lifted my gaze to the screen, though I could not see him clearly. “In the dreams, I am fearless. I let him guide me wherever he wants. I trust him completely. And that frightens me more than the desire itself. I do not want to be someone who loses herself in another person.” The quiet in the booth felt thoughtful, not condemning. “Desire can teach us about ourselves,” he said. “It can show us what we are missing, or what we fear. It is not the end of you unless you allow it to replace everything else.”

My chest tightened, my breathing uneven as I stared at him, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside me. Desire is a strange, intoxicating thing—a concept I had never fully understood, let alone experienced in its truest form. Sure, there were days when my body craved warmth, moments when I’d clench my thighs together at the faintest spark of arousal. But I had never felt desire so fierce, so consuming, that it threatened to take control of me completely. Until now. For the first time, I wanted to give in—to let temptation sink its claws into me and pull me under, the way Eve gave in to the forbidden fruit. It was right in front of me, beautiful and dangerously captivating, drawi

The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent heat spiraling through me, leaving my body trembling with want. My pulse raced wildly as desire curled deeper inside me, stronger and more intoxicating than anything I had ever known. I wanted more. I wanted his hands to explore every inch of me, to make me forget my fears, to claim me so completely that nothing else existed except him. But beneath the rising hunger, fear still coiled tightly in my stomach. I had never done this before.

But as the thunder cracked, and his arms tightened around her, she understood something ugly and beautiful at once: Unwilling desire had a name. And it was him.

I touch his neck, spreading my legs wider. He breaks the kiss, and in the heat of the silence, he stares into my eyes. I can see the burn of desire burning in his pupils. His breath is haggard, and I watch as his eyes lower to my chest. “If I don't take you now…” I nod, “I understand.” I push my back off the wall, and turn around. He undoes my zipper, and then turns me back to face him. As soon as he places his tongue on my nipple, I feel the tension roll off my body.

I gasped, pressing against him, trembling, sticky, utterly spent. He smirked, brushing damp hair from my face. “Insane… addictive… and just the beginning. Next time, I’ll take you even further.” I pressed back, trembling, breathless, sticky, utterly undone. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the rooftop returned to silence, even as the city slept unaware, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt, consume, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment. And I would follow him anywhere.