Drunk Desires Novels & Stories

I can't stand my best friend's suspicious gaze after he would see my swollen lips. ~~~~ Having reached the house, I threw my bag on the couch and sunk on the floor beside it. My eyes can't stop tearing up with fresh new tears. That felt pathetic. I hate to be kissed. 'But you enjoyed it, didn't you?' Mocked by traitor heart. I can't understand why was it happening. I just wanted to shove it out of my head. I hate that cunning guy. He is a... A sex addict! Ethan Connor, the fucking hot guy is a pervert, a scoundrel, a mother fucking sex addict and more.

He was around my sister in the daytime, giving her all the comfort he could while making their wedding preparations, but at night, I satisfied his darkest desires. By now, my lower abdomen no longer hurted that much when he goes wild on me, maybe because I had already experienced uncountable times with him. We had secretly met for weeks on end, and I had long lost count of how many times he took me through the night, only leaving my room at dawn. One question just concerned me: what of the day when he moved in to live with our family, where I would see him day and night? Would I be able to withstand the deepest of my desires?

I was drunk. The only thing I wanted to avoid the whole night was being swayed at the moment and giving in to his charm. Getting drunk and losing my senses. Surely, tomorrow's regret was bound to follow. I had completely forgotten the purpose I wore this filthy dress. Moments later after our second drink and his flirting, I found myself in one of the guest lounges, rammed against the wall while his lips caressed every inch of my mouth. He was manly and intimidating in every way a man should be.

I mean what kind of douchebag is this guy. I bet he looks hot. Brain! Down girl! That little voice in my head is so naughty... My loans are so bad. I even thought about joining the army just to pay it off. I still wanna join for fun though, but I realized I'm 20 I got time to get a good job. Since I'm young and smart I landed that job. "Yeah, I need a cup of coffee."

They were light-green, almost a herbal color. He had seen nothing but darkness for so many years. Hunger was flaming in his temples. Desire as well. Blood beginning to energize was circulating in his veins, and it brought a familiar energy back to his body. It maddened the man. I’m eager to lay her out on the ground, take her cruelly and suck her dry! He was engulfed by wild, brutal desires, of which he was not even aware. What was he like now? A hungry beast having been startled out of its dream.

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.

Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I explored the uncharted territory, a silent invitation to a dance of desire. Her response was immediate, matching the passion with an intensity that mirrored my own desperation. She pulled me closer, her hands tugging at the ends of my hair, urging me to bridge the gap between us. The kiss became a battleground of urgency, a clash of desires that resonated in the groan that escaped me. Caught in the whirlwind of our shared passion, I groaned between the kisses, the urgency in her touch fueling my own desperation. Each movement, each embrace, spoke of a hunger that transcended words.

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

The bed rocked with his carnal thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. With every thrust, he seemed to lose more and more of himself in the heat of the moment. He couldn't get enough of her body, a few gasps that were leaving her lips against her mind only fueled his desire. In a fevered frenzy, Adrian gripped Jane's hips tightly as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her. He was lost in the ecstasy of the moment, consumed by a hunger that only she could satisfy. The alcohol was out of his system a long ago. But he was still intoxicated. This time the addiction was her. Much more feral than all the drugs combined and he never wanted this drunkenness to end.

I moaned under his touch as his hand moved down my thigh, caressing every inch of my skin as I grabbed his hair. The kiss was growing into something more aggressive in that state of act. We both couldn’t control what we were feeling. But after a lot of struggles, we pulled apart. “You’re sweet, Hailey. I’ll have to control my thirst for you.” Jace winked as he smiled. “What if I say, don’t?” “What do you mean?” “What if I say that I don’t need you to control your thirst around me? What if I say that I...I...that I want you.”