You Are My Desire Novels & Stories

"I cannot deny the pull between us any longer. You are the fire that consumes me, the missing piece of my soul. I want you, wholly and completely now than ever." A surge of heat coursed through me, melting away any remnants of doubt. I stepped closer, the magnetic force between us drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation as our bodies finally met, the spark of desire igniting a blaze that threatened to consume us both.

My moans no longer contained only your name. I called for everything. For him. For that liberation. For the desire to end that distance between your sensitive part and mine... By that tongue that now slipped between my breasts and kept going down, and descending, more and more to the south, each time letting my body warm up more, to prepare more.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

She’s self centered like that. I notice that it takes mystery woman a moment before she says, “I can’t say that I’m sure. Can you tell?” I study the piece for a few moments again and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth “Longing. There’s a peacefulness that transcends the piece.”

"Azrael, please." "Please what, Claire?" he teased, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from mine. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. No metaphors. No poetic bullshit. Just the truth." "I want you inside me," I hissed, the words feeling heavy and dirty on my tongue. "Now. I want to feel how much of a monster you really are."

Waking up to the sound of his voice is still, after everything, the most beautiful and most maddening thing in my life. All I have ever wanted all I will ever want is him. By my side. Within my reach. Mine. I know I'm not the husband he might have dreamed of, back before he knew what it meant to belong to someone like me. Hell, I don't even deserve him. But that's the nature of desire, isn't it? We crave the things we have no right to. And he — he is the most dangerous sin I've ever known, one I'll gladly drown in for the rest of my life, one that consumes me and reshapes me into something I'm not sure even I recognize anymore.

I looked at her with total desire. — You said you wanted me, Kaanadan, and yet you didn't force me into anything. — He whispers, squeezing my hand over the sash. — Now I'm the one who desires you, but there's no way I'm going to let you get away from me. — Join your body to mine, so mesmerizing that I swallowed hard. His face joined mine, leaving his lips just inches from my mouth and then he whispered: — Show me how far your desire can take me... and I swear I'll only ask for more. Her speech was the trigger for him to hold her tightly and devour her mouth again, now showing her and feeling the desire that floods the entire room. And if I ever had sanity... now I simply forgot what it was.

He trailed hot kisses down my neck, igniting a fiery desire within me. My desire for him burned like a fire, consuming every part of me. I longed for him with an insatiable hunger that consumed my entire being. My body and soul ached for his touch, yearning to be consumed by his passionate embrace. “I want you,” I moaned, my body arching towards X's touch as if he was the only one who could satisfy this burning ache within me. In that moment, the dream felt more tangible and pleasurable than reality itself.

I yearned to unravel the mystery of Raziel's passion, to understand the depths of his longing for me. I wanted to know if his desire was a flickering flame or a raging inferno, if it was a gentle whisper or a deafening roar. I was driven to uncover the truth, to explore the uncharted territories of his heart and soul. “Don’t hold back. I want this… I want you, Raziel.” I moaned. His name coming off my lips was the key.

The one who could crown me… or destroy me. I smiled, slow and sharp. My teeth ached for her. --- A shift in the soil. A crack in the silence. A voice—thin, human, desperate—filtered through the roots. > “I want him. All of him.” Ah. The little wolf. Her desire was a filthy, glittering thing. I could drink it for decades and never run dry. She thought she’d found me. But I had found her first. Desire like hers was the perfect shovel to dig me out.