Novel & Cerita Beauty Lust

A flush marks my skin where his hands, his mouth, have laid claim. I am magnificent. Not with a smooth, perfect beauty, but with a fatal beauty, marked by passion and storm. A beauty that has been taken, desired with a force bordering on destruction. I love this image. I love the power I see in my own gaze, a power that managed to provoke a hurricane in the most controlled man I know. He tried to break me, yet here I stand, more alive and radiant than ever.

Carla hated it all during the day, but at night, when lust invaded her like a fever, those papers seemed to mock her, reminding her of how dry and empty of real pleasure her life was. Carla was the epitome of the successful and solitary woman: slim, but with defined curves sculpted by endless hours at the gym—firm, full breasts that defied gravity, hips that swayed with a subtle promise of naughtiness, and a toned ass that she knew how to use as a weapon on rare nights of hunting. Her short blonde hair, cut in an asymmetrical bob, was messy and stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her blue eyes, usually cold and calculating in board meetings, now shone with a wild frustration, dilated by uncont

‘If you can keep your lust in check then I’ll ride you tonight until we both drop, stallion,’ Beauty whispered through the mindlink. ‘So, that’s your game.’ Teeth caught my tongue piercing, knowing exactly what it did to her. ‘You wanted to torture me with that outfit and make me wait to fuck you senseless. That’s okay. I’ll just make sure to torture you right back once we’re done. You’ll be begging to come long before I allow it.’ Her eyes darkened for a moment before she reined herself in.

And so the woman sat, her eyes preying around, waiting for the perfect time to act. Her eyes darted at Bella who proudly stood there, drank in her money as her horny eyes scanned around the room. She knew that she must have been sexually starved, because Jerome would always fuck her senselessly every night. A flicker of hope finally shone on her as Bella's eyes were glued at the man that just entered, Leon, the once country superstar who had disappeared from the public eye. Sexy in every possible way. Bella stuttered as her eyes were glued to the male god that must have been sent from the depths of hell to drag her down with him, the man that could uncover her sinful nature that had been hid

I swallowed hard as the first words hit me. "Daughter of the God of Lust. What the fuck," I clicked on it, reading the material. "Born from an overwhelming surge of divine lust," my thoughts flashed back to the kiss with Lust… could that have been… or was it through sex? So wait, she was Lust's daughter? Did that make me Lust's daughter or his baby mama? My head spiraled from the information. "She wasn't created intentionally but birthed from his own ecstasy- fucking great. The incarnation of addictive pleasure. Makes you crave love you can't have."

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.

Towering at 6'5, with skin kissed by the sun-dappled trees and eyes like cold flame, piercing blue, sharp enough to strip anybody bare, he was both beauty and peril in one breath. His hair fell in dark thick waves, wild like the wind that swept through his cursed domain. Lean, muscular, sculptured by centuries of survival and silence, and written by a girl. Marek wore his solitude like a black leather crown and like a third skin. Even his silence carries a threat, but it was his presence that shattered souls. Possessive. Charming. Manipulative. He could kiss a woman's wrist like a prince, then chain your spirit like a demon.

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me. Now be a good girl… and keep reading. A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes. 165 Emilia By the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left. "Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking.

Everyone inside the hall started to gasp and immediately the gossiping and the judgemental stares started to circulate and like a fog, it consumed the hall and even the people outside started to peek in to throw their looks of disgust at the couple but obviously, I wasn't done just yet. Daniel started to bark orders at the workers and the people in charge of playing the videos to stop the video while Sewa just stood there like a lost sheep, watching herself moaning and screaming as Daniel thrust repeatedly inside her. I guess no matter how sweet sex is, watching yourself in action in public just makes you wish you were still a virgin. I mentally countdown ten seconds which is when the video

The second her mouth yielded to mine, the outside world simply ceased to exist. "Do you want to know the difference between desire and lust, little bird?" I whispered against her mouth, feeling her breathing falter as I dug my fingers hard into the soft flesh of her thick thigh. "Desire is what I feel when I look at you from afar, trying to keep my boss persona and pretending I don't want you. And lust... lust is what I feel right now: wanting to rip you apart just to feel your bare, warm skin pressed against mine until you can't even remember your own name."