Dark Desire Novels & Stories

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

“I need you to listen to me.” She blinked slowly, trying to focus. “I want things tonight that go far beyond vanilla sex,” I said, staring down at her. “Dark things. Rough things. I want to tie you up, mark you, use you until you can’t think straight. I want to push your limits. It won’t be gentle. It might scare you. If you say no, I stop. No questions. No disappointment.” Her pupils blew wide, desire flooding her gaze so intensely it nearly stole my breath. Those beautiful hazel eyes, shifting between green and gold in the low light, burned with raw need.

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

The selfish bastard inside me was fueled with the need to claim the girl that I’ve all these years silently and recklessly considered mine. The Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Kasey to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” Her nostrils flare, the spark of defiance igniting in her eyes urging her to fight me on this, but tonight, I won’t be relinquishing any of my control.

The decision to confront her feelings and face the unknown filled her with both excitement and fear. Now, it was research time! Lily immersed herself at her laptop, delving into the world of BDSM with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The screen flickered with articles, forums, and videos, each offering a glimpse into a realm she had never considered before. The more she read, the more she realized that BDSM was not merely a physical act; it was a complex interplay of trust, communication, and mutual understanding.

She moans at what I think is the peak of her orgasm before moaning my name and God and yes as she shakes beneath me. Hearing her confession and how much she wants me shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does but it pushes me closer to the edge. I continue fucking her through my frustration over letting things go too far with Avery and now I’m addicted to her and I have no intentions of giving her up.

This woman had made me do lots of wild things. "You're getting hard," she exclaimed, her excitement contagious as I glanced down to find the undeniable evidence straining against my pants. How can I not get hard, I was thinking of her, her soft wetness wrapped around me. Gosh, I'm losing it. I looked at her with a smile and the excitement and glow in her eyes made me chuckle. She's the only woman I've met who gets super excited when I'm rock-hard. I'm a sex addict, not even my late wife could meet up with my crazy sexual desire. I loved her but I respected her wish. Many women would run away from me because of how dark my sexual desire runs but Red... Hehehe... What do I say about her?

The visor darkened the forest, making it greenish, like being under water. The action of spreading her legs astride the passenger seat sent a charge through Karen’s cunt. This intimate contact with the Harley’s leashed power quickened her desire. Legs clasped round the warm leather, knees open, skirt rucked up, her pudenda rested against smoothness underpinned with the edge of steel. Anus and pussy were pressed down into that surging force by her own weight, and she felt herself growing wetter, fragile panties soaking with the lubrication engendered by desire. 'You OK?’ he glanced back to ask, a man with no face.

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

Traitor body. "You say no, but you're dripping for it," he growled, thrusting in hard…deep, no preamble. I cried out…"Ah…fuck…" the stretch burning, filling me completely. He didn't wait, pounding relentlessly, each snap of his hips slamming the headboard. "Oh god…Damon…too much.." But I met his thrusts, legs wrapping around him, nails raking his back through his shirt. The danger fueled it the sirens, the betrayal, the raw need to feel something amid the chaos.