Destructive Desire Novels & Stories

It was as if my entire life had been muted, played in black and white, and suddenly, he turned the saturation up to a painful, impossible level. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to confront the terrifying realization: The desire I felt for Igor was not fleeting lust; it was a deep, consuming need for connection, a desperate longing to breach the impenetrable armor of a man who terrified me. I didn't just want him sexually; I wanted his focus, his brilliance, his dangerous attention. I didn't realize I was queer. I didn’t realize I was capable of feeling this kind of absolute, reckless obsession. All those years of casual encounters with women were just a pale imitation of the violent, raw tr

" I called for my wolf, and he literally barked inside my head. "How many times have I had to tell you that you should control yourself?" She was our mate. It was her first time. I tried to knock some sense into you, but no. You demand pure pleasure. You were intoxified, but I was rational. I remember her dread-filled face. Her erratic heart beats. Her stiffness. It is haunting me. It hurts me that the time we had to cherish with her, we wounded her. "But her wolf..." I want to make excuses for my actions, but my wolf is becoming more enraged.

I don't understand what's wrong with me, since Monday I haven't stopped thinking about Camille, her image comes to my mind every moment, remembering the smoothness of her skin, her fresh and natural face, her curves under her wide clothes, they have me Desperate, I would like to make her mine, but it is something that cannot be, I do not even know her well, but I want to have her in my bed, under my sheets, I do not understand, I refuse to believe that this is happening to me, I am a committed man and I refuse to lack my values. I get out of bed, thinking about Camille now I have ten minutes less of my exercise routine, I lift my sheets and see how thinking about her causes me a reaction, my

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.

Her heat driving me crazy with need and the uncontrollable urge to mark her as mine. She turns her head giving me more accsesss to her marking spot. I slick and kiss her neck. “Mark me” she gasp out between thrusts. I can feel her begin to shake. Feeling my own orgasm fast approaching. With each trust i feel both of us teetering on the edge. I sink my fangs into her neck as we both plung over the edge reviling in our simultaneous climax. Cause us both to scream out in pleasure. I slump over her releasing her neck and slicking over my mark. Both of us breathing hard. Slowly she releasing her vice like grip from my waist . Laying simp beneath me trying to catch her breath. I lay my head on her

"I should want to kill you. Everything in me should be screaming at me to rip your throat out and watch you bleed. Instead I keep letting you kiss me. Instead I keep wanting you to kiss me again. This is insanity." Max smiled, slow and dangerous and absolutely confident. "That's the beauty of it, Autumn," he said, beginning to walk toward her with measured steps. "Hate and desire have always been close cousins. They're two sides of the same coin. The line between them is razor-thin, and people traverse it far more often than they'd like to admit."

I could feel the anger fueling the flame in my heart. It got bigger and out of control. Instead of getting the feeling of a lover's touch on my skin like before, the feeling felt violent. Closing my eyes, I let the desire to cause destruction take over. I revelled in the brutal warmth of the fire. Faintly I could hear some women scream, and that made me feel good, because that meant I was causing pain and destruction with the fire, my fire. I shouldn’t be feeling this good if I’m causing someone pain, that is not me. “Aaarrrggg! ” Was I the one screaming? All was confusion right now. The desire for destruction was strong, but I also knew that it was terrible to want that.

He ached to close the distance between them, his whore of a wolf howling in ecstasy. But even through the haze of desire, a thought jabbed at him, mildly but constantly. If he began, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He will crush her under the weight of his desires. She will beg for him to stop but he won't. He won't until every inch of her skin carried his mark. He didn't merely want her; he craved her. He yearned to consume her, to devour her until her breath, her shivers, her very pulse belonged to him alone. He sensed that his desire was far more ruthless than a simple taste. If he so much as dipped his toes into it, there was a high chance he would be swept away, overpowered by the

While my family members believe I don’t have powers, I know this fiery heat in me manifested when I was extremely agitated. The good girl in me was gone. I shouted barbarically, “You could have all the men you wanted in Tyi, but why Hans? I loved Hans since I was young, but now, you… You robbed him from me! I hate you! I hate you forever!” I repeated my cries a few times, directing the flames at her.

She's my temptation, a sin I want to drown in and I hope I will be able to pull myself out before it destroys me. It's been a long I let out the masochist in me out because not every girl can handle that but I found a woman, a woman I am not supposed to tolerate, I found a woman I'm supposed to destroy and I fucking want to destroy her but that would be in my bed, I want her spread wide for me. "Fuck!" I let out a cuss and the desire to bang my head to reason welled up in me but I knew that no matter how many times I banged my head, nothing would satiate or stop me until I have her.