You Are My Desire Novels & Stories

"Since the first time I laid eyes on you, I've longed to claim you as mine. Each day, it felt like a slow death, seeing you and yet unable to declare to the world that you belong to me. This is everything I've ever desired, Athena. You're all I fucking want, and I'll continue wanting you until my last breath and heartbeat. I will forever desire you.” Her smile widened, and this time she turned completely towards me, slowly straddling my lap. "Then make me yours," she whispered, her forehead pressed against mine. The softness of her breath caressed my face, igniting a surge of desire that urged me to forget everything and claim her as mine right then and there. "I want to be yours."

What the fuck am I doing? I release her and step back. I need to get away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Under King’s own fucking roof. ** Desire is a delicate flame that ignites between two souls, flickering softly before gradually growing into a blazing fire of passion. When a couple first embarks on the journey of love, the initial stirrings of desire often begin with stolen glances and electrifying touches. It's a mesmerizing dance where hearts and bodies respond to the enchantment of newfound attraction.

I whispered, my own voice filled with longing. “Why?” he asked, seeing me rub my hand over my chest, a small smile playing on my lips. “Because your seeds of desire are like a drug to me, intoxicating and addictive,” I confessed, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Henry’s eyes darkened with desire as he pulled me closer, eager to explore the depths of our shared passion.

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.

The desire flared within me, a delicious ache that begged to be sated once more. In my mind's eye, I saw Chase's eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine. His voice, husky and filled with longing, whispering sweet promises of pleasure. "You are everything to me, Royal," he had said, his words wrapping around my heart like a velvet ribbon. The memory of his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I surrendered to the fantasy that began to unfold in the depths of my imagination. I allowed myself to be carried away on a tide of desire, envisioning every intimate detail, every whisper, every caress.

It was actually a unicorn with a rainbow ribbon draped around him and a message written on it, 'I am a winner'. Indeed he was a winner. Noah was a winner. And everyone out there who stood their fears and faced them courageously, and came out strong in front of the world are all winners. We must unleash our desires with passion. We don't have to change ourselves for anyone.We are who we are born. We are who we want to be. We are the writers of our own destinies.And we shall write it without giving up. THE END.

"I'm crazy about you. I don't know why, but I just can't stop wanting you. And if it were up to me, I’d want to make love to you all day and all night." The raw desire in his voice was undeniable, the passion evident in the way his hands gently cupped her face, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was deep, needy, and completely consuming. His words lingered in the air, leaving Aria breathless, as if every touch and every kiss was a promise, a burning desire that neither could deny.

I want Claire to feel the love I have inside me for her. I kiss her again, deeper this time, but still gentle, still patient, because I am not in a hurry. I want every second to last forever in her memory. I want to take my time, showing her exactly what she means to me without needing words. My hands move slowly over her, brushing against her skin. Every kiss is meant to tell her the truth. I want her to feel the love that is lying so heavily in my heart. I want her to know she is wanted, cherished, and loved in a way I have never felt before. I guide her backward toward the bed, not breaking the kiss. When she sits, I kneel in front of her for a moment, my hands resting lightly on her thi

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

’’ He replied in his usual cold tone. I leaned against the bathroom tiled wall and started confessing, ‘’I love you so much and I wish that you could love me instead of hurting me, you make me hate myself, I want to be loved by you, so bad. I want everything that Alison has, I want to be your Luna.’’ By the time, I was done, tears were already streaming my face. He shook his head and scoffed, ‘’You are super drunk tonight, that is never going to happen.’’