Craving Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted more, No I craved for more, way much more. I subconsciously clutched a handful of his clothes and tugged at it. I wanted him, I need him to be closer, no, not just closer, I needed to feel his naked skin pressed directly against mine. I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself. Rurac...what exactly have you done to me?

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

The scent of Naelis’s hair, the heat of her skin against his, the way her voice sounded when she moaned his name. As the images of Naelis’s body flashed in his head, he felt his cock twitch. He had already broken his vow in the most fundamental way. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and the hunger it left behind was a constant, gnawing ache that no prayer or meditation could soothe. Suddenly, the sadness he had felt earlier shifted into a strong wave of restlessness, which made him feel a strong rush of adrenaline. The air in the car suddenly felt too thin and the space too small.

is screaming at me, what my pussy is belching out is definitely not hate. Is it? No. I don’t fucking know. But all I know at this moment, this very moment, is that I want Askar. It’s like my whole body is craving him to touch every single inch of my body. To feel his hands tracing and swaying all over my body, it craves it. I wanted more of him, I need more, I for fucking sake crave the shit out of it. But my mind, my stupid ass brain is saying otherwise. Is my mind, or heart, or even my pussy right? I couldn’t tell, I physically have no clue what is right, and it’s eating at me. “I want you Askar. But Bell.” I broke out. “We aren’t thinking about her right now.” He said, as he continued to

The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her. She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and sta

“Would you like to have anything? Water, tea, coffee…” "No, please, I am not here for that. Have your seat back; we still have a whole lot to discuss and are just getting started.” I politely refused. I know she doesn’t have a lot, so I needed to save myself the trouble of listening to her go on about how she lacks one or two things to offer. Brianna sat down as she continued, “If we were to look at it, I think we should call it a kink, because there is no other explanation than this."

Lena stared for a heartbeat, her mouth watering. "Go on," Caleb urged, his voice a rough command. "Show me how much you wanted this." She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the heat of him. He let out a low, guttural groan, his hand sliding into her hair to guide her. Lena took him deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate him, the salty taste of him overwhelming her senses. She looked up at him through her lashes, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he hissed through his teeth.

Dean squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Dean chuckles and Holden sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

It is a romance novel and never in my wildest dreams have I ever imagined Antonio to be a lover of novels; especially romantic novels. No wonder he is a terrific lover. He knows the right word to say and the right button to press to get me on my knees begging for him to take me. I smile to myself, my face flushing red in embarrassment. I can't believe I am thinking about the sex we had yesterday and how crazy it was. I really do not know what is wrong with me but I think I am becoming addicted to sex. Months ago, I was still a virgin. An innocent one dreaming of having my first time on my wedding night and now I am no longer a virgin and I crave it every day.

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need