You Are My Desire Novels & Stories

~Kiva I stare down at the folded piece of paper on my vanity, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. How exactly this got here, I don’t even want to know. I suspect I know who wrote it, as I carefully pick it up, laying it flat to examine the hurried print. I need to see you, Kiva. I’ve been a terrible disappointment to you. The last thing I desire is to kill you, or to hurt you. I need you to trust me.

In that moment, I hadn’t cared about the war, the rebirths, the pain still written across both our skins. But now… I wasn’t sure what that moment meant. Not to him. And maybe not even to me. It hadn’t been tenderness. Not really. It had been desperation disguised as desire. A last breath before drowning. I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling shakily. Would he look at me differently now? Would I look at him differently? Because I couldn’t afford to fall for someone who still carried the weight of the Order, the pain of Malagar’s curse, and the ghosts of all the things he hadn’t said.

The rain wet their shipped bodies, turning their moment more blissful. Now this was what they both had always needed. To be with each other to feel each other for the rest of their lives. To make each other their darkest yet the most beautiful desire of their lives. "I love you so much," she whispered against his lips. He smiled before pressing his lips against her and uttering those words to her. "I love you, my desire……" And that's how the sinner got his desire…..

It's not just determination or control—it's desire, raw and unbridled. My breath catches in my throat as the realization hits me like a wave crashing over me. I had misjudged him and misunderstood his intentions entirely. The heat in his eyes speaks volumes, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't anticipated. Suddenly, the air feels charged with an electrifying tension, a palpable longing that hangs heavy between us. Despite my initial fear and confusion, a part of me can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through me at the sight of him, boundless desire mirrored in his gaze.

Jealousy flares through me, my jaw tightens. Damn. It'll kill me if another man starts fucking her. I need to secure that cunt for myself. I'm beginning to lose my mind from not having her. She's close to me yet I can't have her. I wish I had met her before her mother. It will be easy rather than weighing the consequences of my forbidden desire for her. “I don't think there will be any need for that,” I state calmly. “ I'm offering you a job. Work for me as my Personal Assistnt. Her head snaps up, eyes flashing with gratitude. “Oh my God! A job? In your company?”

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."

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

"I don't think I would welcome any further interuptions from you, shut the fuck up or clamp your mouth with your fingers!" "Second of all, I will say I am a little bit hurt and disappointed that you don't trust me and think lowly of my capability. I am not running from any relationship. That bacteria. It's not a flesh-eating one Beta Edwards will be fine the next 2 days. "What if that girl is right?"

Should I write her name on my heart or the awareness of my existence on her lips? After her disappearing from life, desires started awakening within me. Desires to look into her eyes, sit with her for hours. To hold her hand in mine, to run my fingers through her hair. To listen to her words for hours, to feel her presence. These desires have taken root in my mind, all based on the hope that one day I will meet her and fulfill all the desires. Then, I will stop her from leaving again. I'll keep these desires in my mind, hoping that one day she will meet me to fulfill them. Then, I will keep her close to me and never let her go again.

“Because I didn’t think you were joking when you said you liked me.” Ethan looked down at the table, trying to steady his hands. The memory of the backyard, the confession, the first real moment they’d shared—it all made his chest tighten. “Still a dare?” Noah teased lightly. “Or was that just the first step toward admitting you’ve wanted this too?” Ethan’s throat went dry. “I’ve wanted it,” he whispered. “For a long time.” Noah’s grin widened, dangerous and warm at the same time. “Finally,” he said. “Finally, you admit it.”