Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred And Eight Zara’s POV I wake up to the sound of my rumbling stomach, a sensation that has become all too familiar in the past few weeks. It's not just hunger; it's a deep, gnawing craving that seems to consume my every thought. The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own.

But my instincts slowly took ahold of me as I smelt his blood fill the air. I licked my lips with anticipation, the savory smells invading my brain and any rational thoughts I had, left. As if I was being controlled, I felt myself rise from the chair I was sitting in and slowly walked around the table like a predator stalking it's pray. Drake sat still, his forearm resting on the table. My eyes trained on the blood that slowly seeped out of the wound, rivulets spilling on to the table as it dripped. For some bizarre reason I just wanted to taste it. It was a constant repeating thought in my head. Just lick it Aria, taste him. He offered it to you, so why not take advantage of this moment. I

On the table sat a stack of books. I frowned and pushed myself upright, dragging the chain as I reached for them. One by one, I flipped through the covers. They were all novels. Romance. Drama. Fiction. Why? The question echoed in my head, unanswered. None of it made sense. I had expected a dungeon. A cell. Something cold and empty. Not a house filled with food, a television, and books carefully left behind like a peace offering. It felt wrong. Almost cruel in a different way. Why wasn't he punishing me yet for killing his guard?

Adrian licked her through it, then stood, kissing her so she could taste herself on his lips. “Now, the real research begins.” He turned her to face the shelves, lifting her skirt again. His belt buckle clicked softly as he freed his cock, the head nudging her entrance. “Ask permission,” he murmured, teasing her slick folds. “Please, Adrian… fuck me among the books. I need you.” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring her tight heat. “So wet. So ready for your librarian.” Fully seated, he groaned low. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

She is the missing piece that completes the puzzle of my heart, and I am forever grateful to have found her. Our journey was long and tough, filled with countless challenges and obstacles. Yet through it all, the one constant was the unrelenting craving for pleasure. It drove us forward, pushing us to overcome every hurdle in our path. And now, as we reach the end of this journey, we can look back with pride and satisfaction, knowing that we never gave up on our pursuit of pleasure. For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always.

My body still ached, a constant, intimate reminder of Briggs’s touch, but my mind was louder now. The doubts Dara had planted twisted like vines: Was I really his type? How long before the novelty wore off and he went back to someone leaner, sharper, less complicated? Brianna’s blatant curiosity about our sex life only made it worse, like even his own twin saw me as a temporary puzzle instead of someone permanent. The cruise invitation burned in my pocket like a dare. We drove back to the penthouse in relative silence, the earlier steam and girl talk hanging between us like unresolved fog. Brianna didn’t push for more conversation, and I was grateful.

Jacob said beside me and I smile at him. "Stop being a creep" His nose touched mine before he pulled away, a grin on his face. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Anything you have," I say in a small voice, my eyes swooning. "How does roasted bread with eggs sound to you? I'll make your coffee however you like it" his hand rubbed up and down my arm and unlike that man at the bar last night that creeped me out by doing that, I felt eased and slightly turned on.

“It’s been… a long time. My ex never really cared about my pleasure. He’d just push my legs open, shove his cock inside me for a few minutes, grunt a couple times, and cum. Then he’d roll over and fall asleep. I’d lie there afterwards feeling used and empty, like my body was just a hole for him to use.” Dr. Marcus’s pen had stopped moving. His intense dark eyes were locked on me, burning with a heat that made my skin tingle. He shifted in his chair, uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed. “I want to feel wanted,” I continued, my voice growing breathy. “I want someone to take their time with my breasts,

I am at his mercy. “Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.