Craving Manwha Novels & Stories

Caleb, on the other hand, was now grabbing my nipple with his teeth, biting and sucking on it as if he wanted milk to gush out of my heavy breast. “Ohh, bite on it harder, Caleb.” I cried out because Caleb’s rough sucking sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core, making my pussy clench around Ryan’s invading tongue. “Fuck… Ryan… Tyler… ohh my god Caleb… you… please… ahh… just like that boys!” I shuddered seductively, calling their names in a spicy, erotic manner as pleasure consumed me completely. My voice was hoarse and needy but my words were gibberish because my mature body was trembling as three young tongues worshipped every one of my holes and skin.

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

The glow from the torches cast erotic shadows, my vision is hazy, and my mind is clouded with lust. I gyrate my hips seeking out friction to subdue the craving between my legs. I need to be filled; I need my thirst quenched. “Crimson,” I call out for my mate, craving his touch. Needing only his touch. For a brief second the haze clears from my mind, and it dawns on me what is happening. I am the feast. I am the claiming. It’s not what I want but I’m powerless to stop it. The wine, the music, my heat…

Exactly how much did he drink. Haneul Jang's slender finger slowly hovered around the cold glass edge. Inside Haneul Jang's pupils staring at Yuhwan, a deep and thick attachment and indulgence were permeated, like a lake swaying quietly below the moonlight. When love rushes in fiercely like an incoming tide, a bone-aching receding tide of parting surely visits after that. If previewing and fearing that by instinct is human destiny, Haneul Jang might be a pitiful sinner born while failing to defy that instinct.

“He wants to be bred.” I let out a broken, high-pitched moan. My cock jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of cum out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and cum. And still… I craved it. I whispered, “Don’t stop…” Lust laughed, cold and cruel. “Did you hear that?” “Begging for more after two loads,” Wrath growled. “You’re ruined.”

He pumped them deep and fast, curling them against that spot that made my legs shake. He bit down on my neck, not gentle, and I cried out. The sting mixed with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. “You’re going to beg me to ruin you,” he whispered against my skin. “Going to spread your legs every night I want and thank me for it.” I was close already, embarrassingly close. My walls clenched around his fingers, breath coming in short, desperate pants. He pulled back just enough to look at my face, eyes dark with hunger. “That’s it. Come on my fingers like the needy little slut you…”

His tongue licked a broad stripe up my shaved folds, savoring my dripping arousal before flicking rapidly over my clit. His mouth was hot and eager, tongue plunging into my entrance, lapping up my juices greedily. He sucked on my clit, then fucked me with his tongue in wet, obscene strokes. My juices flowed freely, coating his chin and lips in shiny slickness as he ate me like a starving man. Every slurp and wet smack echoed obscenely in the small bathroom. I gripped the edge of the counter, legs trembling as I ground against his face. *Fuck! Is mum really starving this man of sex? Why is he–*

He's so annoying and it was like he had a seventh sense that I was craving something sugary or spicy. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry" liar! lair! Pants on fire! "You don't need to be hungry to have these. It's always been your favorite" He tells me to my face. "You're no one to tell me what I will and will not have, Jacob"

He licked it mercilessly, making her moan. Chaerin held onto his head, pulling him closer to her chest. The sensation was sending her into a whirlwind of frenzy. "Uhh…" she moaned, squirming under him. He sucked on her breast, savoring it. He then moved on to the other breast, continuing his attack. Joonjae kept on licking every inch of her delicious orbs, teasing her to his heart's content. He wanted to taste her more, make her cry his name in pleasure.