Beauty Lust Novels & Stories

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Raw, wide, burning. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be. They moved. No gentleness. Only force. In. Out. In. Out. Hell’s rhythm. “You’ll be nothing after this,” Lust said, breathless. “Nothing but our toy,” Wrath agreed, guttural. And I loved it. In the madness, I moved back—meeting them, chasing more. Begging without words. My hole stretched like it belonged. My cock was hard again. Close.

We were breathing deeply when our eyes met. "Don't arrive late." He bewildered me, I guess. My entire body was violently trembling. How did I behave? Returned his kiss. My gaze settles on the front-facing mirror. With his kiss, my lips began to swell, and my skin began to sparkle like a sheen. Why did I allow him to abuse me like this? So, how did I lose control? Is this lust, then? Pleasure or passion

Still, anyone with working eyes and a functional brain could put two and two together- people don’t just glow without due cause. People who thought that Melanie Spears couldn’t get any more beautiful than she was were shocked at her appearance barely three months into her relationship with Lascivus. Brittany Summers, Melanie’s manger once upon a time, described her look as ‘ethereal and positively unnatural’ while telling Brandon about his mother. She was just too beautiful to be natural. As time went by, Melanie only became more addicted to sex with Lust. “The sex is one to die for,” she never failed to mention whenever the question of what she liked about her sinfully handsome partner aros

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

My hormones are instantly triggered by her beauty but Clarissa's beauty couldn't be surpassed by anyone last night in that gown. "Hey baby I was only waiting for you."Charlotte pecks on my lips jerking me out of my thoughts about Clarissa.How the hell I can let her play with my mind and specially desires,it wasn't Zade but me comparing Charlotte, the beauty pageant of 2020 with a pathetic rogue but I know it's not true if it comes to the beauty. Clarissa is one of a beautiful woman I ever met and its the reason I have a hard time to tame my lust around her.

"She's just a bitter, jealous nightmare because you have actual talent and she doesn't. Nobody who actually knows your work believes her." Hazel forced a tight, rigid smile, nodding at Ben. "Right. It's just jealousy." But inside, her blood had turned to ice. A sickening wave of doubt crashed over her. The rumor was meant to be a malicious lie, but the core of it was terrifyingly true. She was sleeping with Xavier. She was tied to him in a dark, exclusive contract. A dark, insidious thought crept into her mind: Did he give me the Marcus Account because of my body? Was my talent actually meaningless to him?

I trailed my hands across his chest… going deliberately low… I heard him suck in a breath and looked up at him to see him staring at me with lust filled eyes… His hands slipped to the small of my back and guided my top over my head and looked at her waiting to see if she’ll tell him to stop… when she didn’t he took off her top and stared at the black lace bra which really did a bad job at covering her breasts. He then pulls off the bra and watched with lust filled eyes as my breasts bounced as he took off the bra… he licked his lips as his eyes looked at my full breast rounded with cherry pink tips… “You’re so beautiful” he whispers as he pulled her closer and kissed her, his hands moulding

"You look absolutely radiant tonight." A shiver danced down my spine, not from the air-conditioned chill of the lobby, but from the predatory glint in Liam Thompson's piercing blue eyes. Towering over me by a good six inches, he exuded an aura of Hollywood charm honed to a sharp edge. His chiseled jawline, usually softened by a playful smirk, was set firm tonight, a hint of annoyance flickering beneath the surface. His perfectly tousled blonde hair, the color of sun-bleached wheat, framed a face that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo – a face that had launched a thousand magazine covers and countless teenage heartbreaks. But for all his undeniable attractiveness, there was a coldness

The thought of what he was going to do to my mom ran chills along my spine. "Don't be nervous, you are going to enjoy it," he added and continued with what he was doing. I could feel my sexual urge building and my wetness dripping, and that made me hate myself even more. How can my body be enjoying this? How can I get wet during this assault? My muffled scream soon turned to moan, I was lust in desire. It was totally a heavenly moment, having both of them exploring me, leaving no stones unturned.