Dark Desire Novels & Stories

"How do I..." Matteo cut off my words, and I gasped as his hand caressed my thigh, reminding me of the short dress I had chosen for the journey; then they went upward to my waist, and he pushed me back to his chest. My back slammed his chest, and I wriggled in between his legs. That was an awful idea. "Stop doing that, Dierdre, you are making me fucking hard," he whispered in my ear. Great, just what I wanted to happen. The sickens I felt before had suddenly vanished, and in its place was Lust.

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

Each orgasm dragged the golden thread tighter, pulling the demon another inch closer through the veil. And she couldn’t stop. “Fuck… fuck, please….” she whimpered into the darkness, voice hoarse from screaming. Her hips rolled desperately, fucking herself on her own hand like a bitch in heat. Every thrust sent fresh gushes of slick down her asscrack, soaking the bed beneath her. The air smelled like sex and desperation and something darker, brimstone and charred honey. The incubus’s voice purred directly against her mind, closer than ever, as intimate as a lover’s breath on her neck.

he murmured, voice low and rough, “I think about all the filthy things I want to do to you. How I want to bend you over and fuck you until you forget your own name. How I want to bury my face between your thighs and make you scream for me while you forget about your mother. How I want to fill you up until my cum is dripping down your legs and you’re begging me not to stop.” I shivered. “I said stop, please.” But my voice betrayed me. It wasn’t strong. It wasn’t convincing. Zayden stepped in front of me again, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “If you’d just give me this chance right now,” he said, voice dark and promising, “I’d make you forget everything. The pain. The a

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.

It was as if she’d been deprived for far too long, giving in now with a quiet desperation that made my pulse throb. I leaned against the doorway, arms folded across my chest, watching in silence, like I’d stumbled into a private performance meant for no one else. The subtle movements beneath her skirt, the faint, telling sounds she made, were enough to make my jaw tighten. Seeing her like that, I could no longer deny the slow, dangerous pull of desire threading through me. I hadn’t realized how deeply I wanted her until this moment,.until watching her like this made my body react before my mind could catch up.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

I whispered, the word slipping free before I could catch it, before I could rewind time and lock it away. His eyes finally opened again. And in them, I saw madness. Darkness swirled in their depths like a storm barely contained, like he was one wrong breath away from exploding. He looked possessed—no, claimed, by something feral. Something dangerous. Something deeply, horribly hungry. “моя богиня,” he murmured, the words melting from his mouth like worship. They didn’t sound like a name—they sounded like freedom. And then he moved.

The question lingered in the air like smoke—dark, thick, and impossible to ignore. Lydia’s back was already pressed against the cold paneling of the hidden room Maxim Blackwell used to haunt. Her wrists trembled, but not from fear. No… this was something else. Something hotter. Hungrier. Something she hated herself for craving. Damian stood before her, his tie loose, shirt open, the fury in his eyes slowly dissolving into something much more dangerous—desire with no filter. No control.