Untold Desires Novels & Stories

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

My mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Lila,” he admitted, his voice cracking a little. “Every time you prance around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over… teasing me… I jerked off thinking about you more nights than I can count.” The confession was like lightning. All the guilt, all the filthy fantasies I’ve hidden, they weren’t one-sided he wanted me too. He sat on the edge of the bed. His big hand landed on my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, spreading me open. I shivered hard; his touch was scorching.

For a moment, the air between them thickened with unspoken desire, heavy with everything they weren’t saying. Aurora turned, grabbed a black shirt from the wardrobe, and put it on. After that, she allowed the towel beneath the shirt to become undone. Everything happened right before the very eyes of Maverick. Time seemed to stop as the towel slipped away, leaving her bare before him, and the hunger in his eyes made her realize she had never intended to stop this in the first place.

"Okay, fine. I’ll tell you everything. But you have to promise not to scream again." Laila zipped her lips. "I make no promises." I rolled my eyes but continued. "It started with this site. DesireMatch." Her brows shot up. "That sounds... scandalous." "It’s not just a dating site," I explained. "It’s for people who know exactly what they want—things they can’t find in regular relationships. It matches you based on your deepest desires—fetishes, things you don’t even know how to put into words."

The memory alone made my thighs press together. I wanted him. Not just the memory. The real thing. I wanted the weight of him, the way he took control, the way he filled me until I couldn’t think. I wished I could have him every day...morning, night, whenever the house went still. The need was sharp enough to make my chest ache. I would do anything. Risk anything. The thought of getting caught only made the ache worse.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

a lot of years. And the desire has been building and growing with no way to be released. With her acting like this... It was triggering all pent-up hunger that was held back and they don't know what the consequences will be if they let it devour her. They knew in their minds that if they touch her like this, they won't be able to control their carnal desires, they might hurt her. Delaney arrived at the bed, climbed onto it on all fours and raised her brows, “So, should we proceed with the wedding night or do I have to rape you both to get what I want?”

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

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."

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.