Deseo Oscuro 소설 & 이야기

The amusement lingering in his eyes indicated that he was well aware of the fact that his proximity was driving me so fucking crazy. His hot breath fanned against my skin, causing the electricity to zing through my veins as he said in his deep, sensual voice, “All I know is that you are my darkest temptation, my deepest desire, my insane obsession, and my most dangerous addiction.” Something flared inside me. Something full of hunger and dark desire. At that particular moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to consume me whole. It was a dangerous territory of lust and desire where I wanted to go. I knew that but still, I was unable to control myself any longer.

The worst part, she knew she would enjoy every second of it if she fell into the darkness. That was the strongest and darkest desire she had in her heart, among many other dark desires she had. She knew the Altar of Purification pulled that out, causing it to manifest. That was how Mira could think this far because that would be precisely what she would do if she continued to fall into the darkness.

A delight, more than just a chance, and the perfect future she ever wanted and only aspires. Beatrix sees everything clearly as nothing and no one can hold and stay someone's secret even for a second long inside her territory. She won and more than that, her plan is going smoothly and accordingly to what she wanted it all to be. With her smile and her eyes that deepen within their hue. She continues with the words that follow. “I will have all the darkness that I want and leave Daniela with nothing. All fare and good, for my desire, are to have my world where the God is me and my title is the darkness.”

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.

his laughter sliced through the air. Oh how badly I wished I could just kill him right away. "Cat caught your tongue, Mr. Lozano?" "What the hell do you want? It's clear that your intentions go beyond simply killing us," I spat "Of course, it's more than that. I want to witness your suffering, your agonising downfall. There are too many things I desire, too many to enumerate in a single day. But when I envision them in my mind, they seem insufficient. I want to see Sebastian in despair as he watches his mate die before his very eyes. I want Athena to feel helpless as her own child becomes the catalyst for her death. I crave tears, blood, screams of agony, and the destruction that will consum

Francisco could captivate the world, but he could never captivate her. From Hazel, he received nothing but hatred. Hatred upon hatred. And more hatred. And yet, he still called it love. But was it really love? No. It was something far darker. Desire. A hunger so consuming, so reckless, that it burned everything in its path until it was satisfied. Francisco didn't just love Hazel—he wanted her. And wanting… was far more dangerous than loving. Hazel propped herself up on her elbow and slowly sat up, her gaze never leaving his face.

The darkness is approaching, maybe because I've been horny all morning. Raw desire is coursing through me, hunger too. I want so much from Amelia: her trust, her compliance, her submission—I want to own her, stamp my name onto her forehead. This woman is mine. "More!" She breathes. "Harder!" Her voice awakens something within me—it's overwhelming, and I begin to pound faster into her tight pussy. I want her to lose herself in me, surrender to me completely. I will not stop until she comes undone. I desire to own my mate, both her body and soul. I want her grasping around me.

He loomed over me like a shadow of death, his presence so vast it seemed to shrink the room. His eyes were no longer those of the man I knew; they were twin pits of glowing, molten obsidian, swirling with a darkness that swallowed the flickering candlelight. The desire radiating from him wasn't a gentle stream; it was a flood following a catastrophic dam break—violent, unstoppable, and destructive. He seized my wrists in a grip of iron and slammed them against the wall above my head. He didn't bother to retract his claws. I felt the sharp, needle-like points prick the sensitive skin of my wrists, drawing a tiny, hairline trace of pain that ignited a wildfire of searing excitement in my gut.

It was like I was walking on a cloud, and I had to focus on every step I took. As the night drew on, my behavior became increasingly reckless and impulsive. The tequila had energized me, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I laughed louder, spoke brasher, and took risks without a second thought. The excitement of the moment was addictive, and I desired more.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.