When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

I can’t stop thinking about his tongue between my thighs, the filthy sounds that left his mouth as he ate my pussy like a starving man. Even now, as my world is crumbling all around me, all I want is for him to take me on this balcony, have me screaming his name for the entire world to hear. But desire is a dangerous thing, and I’m one second away from moaning if he keeps looking at me and flicking his thumb over my lip like that. “Let us help you, Melanie.” His voice, a deep dangerous baritone, causes my throat to dry up. I’m convinced all the liquid in my throat rushed down to my vagina with how wet I am.

“Boundaries like what? Me not telling you how badly I want to bend you over this railing and show you what real desire feels like?” Sophia’s breath hitched. “Victor, stop.” “Why? Because it turns you on?” His hand grazed her hip, light but possessive. “Mark’s right there, recovering, and here you are, getting wet just from my words. Admit it.” She didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. The ache between her legs had been building since yesterday. “This is dangerous. What if he hears us?” “Then we’ll be quiet,” Victor murmured, backing her against the balcony wall. The stone was warm from the sun. “But I think you like the risk. Your nipples are hard right now. I can see them through that thin top.”

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

“This is what you do to me, Nate…” “Fuck,” I groaned, stroking faster. I recorded my own and sent it with the message: This is yours. Come get it whenever you want. We kept texting, teasing, describing exactly what we’d do to each other next time. I came hard, groaning her name but it wasn’t enough. Jerking off to her video didn’t compare to being buried inside her. This obsession was getting dangerous. Heather was already suspicious. One wrong move and everything could blow up.

“Be careful what you wish for, Desiree. When I break, I don’t plan on holding anything back.” “Good. I’m counting on it.” “Don’t.” Desiree smiles. “Why? You think your old heart won’t survive it?” I know what she’s doing. She’s toying with me, trying to provoke a reaction. And the worst part is, it’s working. I’m thinking about giving in. She’s like a predator circling her prey, knowing exactly how to corner me. And I, the willing fool, keep walking right into her trap. The sane part of me knows I should walk away, but desire overrides logic. I’m dangerously close to snapping, every fiber of my being aching to pull her into my arms and show her just how reckless it is to play with fire.

"Your turn, truth or dare?" I finish scrubbing my body and reach for the shower knob to turn it on again. Water bursts on top of us as I close my eyes and wash my body of the soapy feeling. "Dare," I answer. "Kiss me, Harley." My breath catches my throat when I hear him. "Kiss me like you want me." Silence follows his words as I let them sink into my mind. We are under the shower together — naked and drenched — and all I can think about is giving in. I want to see what will happen if I surrender to our attraction.

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

Strangely, Amora found herself deeply intrigued by him. There was a burning sensation in her body that made it difficult for her to control herself. Her breathing began to race with the rhythm of her fast-beating heart. One thing she felt was something stirring inside her, boiling fiercely. Amora's hand moved audaciously to touch the man's face. Her graceful fingers gently caressed his firm and cold features. Her gaze towards the man started to be filled with desire. Amora became aware of her actions when the man grabbed her hand and then pushed it away roughly.

"While others have gotten a bit more...visceral with their rivalry epithets. One thing's for certain, though - when these two alphas share the same stretch of tarmac, lightning is guaranteed to strike!" The screen flares with a rapid-fire sequence of still images - snapshots capturing our most intense moments of physical and psychological confrontation. Every salacious angle and compromising visual dissected for maximum discomforting impact. I squirm anew as I take in the entire incendiary tapestry of our escalating blood feud on full salacious display.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.