Untold Desire Novels & Stories

The days of hurt, confusion, and anger seemed to dissolve in the heat of this moment, consumed by the sparks that ignited between us. But beneath the passion, a knot of guilt tightened in my chest. I had promised myself I’d handle this—promised my brothers that I wouldn’t fall back into his arms so easily. And yet, here I was, lost in him. Lost in his heat, in the unbidden desires that he awakened in me, in the way my body responded to his touch as if it had been waiting for this.

She pondered the path she was now willing to tread, a path that required openness, understanding, and a willingness to explore uncharted territories of desire and intimacy. The journey ahead appeared daunting, but Lily felt a sense of empowerment. She realized that embracing Kade's desires and allowing herself to explore this uncharted terrain was not just for his sake—it was also for her own self-discovery. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Lily acknowledged that love, in its truest form, demanded a willingness to understand, accept, and grow together.

His eyes fueled with desire, longing to indulge in her, yet finding the simplest action, like lifting his hand from the bed, was seemingly impossible for him. Closing his eyes in frustration, he stammered, "I... I couldn't... I couldn't fulfill your wishes." As the words hung in the air, Rose came to a sudden realization; it dawned on her that he was handicapped. The weight of the truth hit her – a person who couldn't even move his fingers, how could he possibly satisfy her needs? The sadness enveloped them both in that somber moment of understanding.

So fucking good that her scent makes my body heat up. Even despite fucking her a few minutes ago to my satisfaction, I wanted more. Deirdre knew how to bring out the Oliver Twist in me. Because right now, I desire more and I doubted I'd be full even after getting it.

My sex pulses with an unmet need, a throbbing ache that no dream can satisfy. Almost every other night, he came to me like this, bold, intense, touchable. And I’d wake up wet, trembling, desperate for more. And tonight for the first time, I asked for more. I shake my head to brush away the shameful thought. I shouldn’t be needing him this bad, begging for his touch. He’s not even real, just something my mind made up. I hate that I let last night happen, I shouldn’t have ran away. Maybe the touch at the bar awakened something in me, something hungry and unsatisfied that followed me into my dreams. My body perks up at the thought and my mind wanders back to the moonlit river.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

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.

"I don't know what to think, Chrissie. Sometimes you look at me with fear in your eyes. And then you look at that doctor with..." "With what? Lust? Passion? Desire? Schoolgirl love? He's a handsome man, and I'm a woman who appreciates a handsome man, but that doesn't mean I have any fantasies about going after him! I'm married! And I shouldn't have to explain myself to you."

I didn’t move. I didn’t look back. I stayed bent over the velvet chaise, ass up, thighs parted, dripping with royal need. I could feel how wet I was. The cold air kissed my folds. My inner walls throbbed with every beat of my heart. And still, he didn’t touch me. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he finally said, his voice hoarse like he hadn’t spoken in years. I looked over my shoulder, and what I saw made my nipples tighten all over again. His fists were clenched. His entire body was shaking. There was a war behind his eyes—duty versus desire—and he was losing.

“Neither am I.” Outside, the city continued, indifferent. Inside the loft, the night stretched ahead of them, already too short. Aria’s phone remained facedown on the nightstand, ignored. Somewhere across the city her mother probably assumed the contracts had been dropped off hours ago and Aria was already home. She wasn’t. She was naked in her uncle’s bed, his cum still inside her, his heartbeat steady against her back, and for the first time in years the wanting did not feel like something she had to bury.