Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

My breath catches, a sharp gasp, and I scramble back, my hands slipping on the tile as panic claws up my throat, raw and suffocating. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who hides in books and shadows, the one who’s never been special, never been anything but ordinary. This can’t be real. But the broken window, glass glittering across the counter like fallen stars, the faint scratches on the floor where my nails—claws—dug in… it’s all real. Too real. My heart pounds, the hum under my skin a storm I can’t control, and I can still see it—Tyler’s body rippling, fur spreading across his skin, his growl shaking the room as he fought that thing. He’s human again now, his leather jacket torn at the shoulde

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

The washing machine shook under us. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sucking me in with every thrust. It felt different this time, riskier, knowing people were home. That made it hotter. My obsession with her was getting worse. I thought about her constantly, her smell, the way she challenged me, the sounds she made when she came. “Tell me how much you need this dick,” I growled against her neck, biting down as I slammed into her. She gasped, pushing back to meet me. “I need it. I fucking crave it now. Every time you look at me I get wet. This is so wrong but I don’t care anymore. Don’t stop, please.”

The kind of verdict that makes you question every quiet night, every gentle touch, every time you didn’t push back because you thought that’s what love looked like. He left. The door clicked shut. And something inside me cracked open, not heartbreak exactly, but defiance. If I was so boring, maybe I’d prove I wasn’t. To myself, if no one else. I started scrolling that night. Late. Alone. Wine glass empty on the coffee table. Forums, stories, videos. Things I’d never admitted I was curious about. The deeper I went, the more my pulse raced – not with shame, but with something hotter, sharper. What if I wasn’t boring? What if I just hadn’t found the right way to let go?

I wasn't hearing anything again, the focus on thrusting my cock inside her right here with her scent filling my nose, strong and sweet, driving me crazy was all that invaded my senses now. Esme didn't have a scent before so what changed now? My eyes turned dark red, the beast rising, the need overwhelming and utterly consuming "I crave you" Hi dear readers, if you aren't enjoying the book please let me know so I can stop updating and perhaps start a new book! I would love to see your reviews on this chapter before the next update.. and of course if you're enjoying vote and comments.

The desk creaked violently under our weight, the monitors flickering as my rough thrusts rattled the desk. Right as the pleasure began to tighten in my chest, I pulled my wet cock completely out of her with a loud, wet pop. Elena groaned in loud protest, her body trembling as she reached back for me. "Julian, don't stop. Please." Instead of answering, I dropped to my knees behind her. I grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs even wider, and buried my face straight back into her soaking wet pussy. My tongue swiped from the bottom of her opening all the way up to her swollen clit in long, heavy strokes. She tasted like sweet vanilla and slick, hot juice.

Life was spontaneous. Grace craved redundancy, simplicity, and, well, ordinary. But when midnight rolled around, her mind still hadn’t settled in regards to the vampire. Giving up, she returned to the kitchen, grabbed the book, and prowled to bed. She promised just a few more passages, just a few pages... damn it, then she’d start craving redundancy again.

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.

I asked, tone filled with contempt. Eyes showing playful delight. Ravine rubbed his fingers on my smile line and chuckled. "What are you thinking about? Your eyes aren't obedient." I clenched my hands and, with their support, lifted my upper body. "A scene where I place my feet on your face, my heels digging into your eyes while I watch your blood drip down, staining my sleek black tiles. Your body riddled with holes, your mother and your sister's tears like loud cheers in the background. Then, bending down, I press a cane into the grievous hole that once held your dick..."

For the first time since I’d met him… He looked unsettled. And that tiny crack in his composure? It sent a thrill straight through me. Maybe breaking Professor Jeff’s perfect discipline wouldn’t be as impossible as everyone thought. Maybe all it took… Was a little patience and the right kind of temptation. I leaned back in my chair, pretending to read while secretly watching him from the corner of my eye. Yes. This was definitely getting interesting. Step two: temptation planted