His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

But my instincts slowly took ahold of me as I smelt his blood fill the air. I licked my lips with anticipation, the savory smells invading my brain and any rational thoughts I had, left. As if I was being controlled, I felt myself rise from the chair I was sitting in and slowly walked around the table like a predator stalking it's pray. Drake sat still, his forearm resting on the table. My eyes trained on the blood that slowly seeped out of the wound, rivulets spilling on to the table as it dripped. For some bizarre reason I just wanted to taste it. It was a constant repeating thought in my head. Just lick it Aria, taste him. He offered it to you, so why not take advantage of this moment. I

"Please sir... I keep thinking about last night. I keep feeling you inside me. It makes me so wet I cant stop." Damien pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean. Then he sat back and looked at her. "Tell me exactly what you crave. Be honest. No hiding." She took a deep breath. Her voice came out soft and shaky. "I crave your cock sir. I crave you spanking me until I cry then fucking me until I cum. I crave you using my mouth and my pussy and even my ass. I think about it all day. Even when I am doing chores I feel empty without you stretching me."

He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females. Well, I always have time to think about you, no matter who I'm sleeping with, he texted back. I replied with a rolling eyes emoji to his text, and he sent me a large, beating heart. I ended the message and closed the phone, angry with him. Lucas has been trying to get me for years, and I wish sometimes he would give up. I love Tristan, and he's the person I'd like to spend my entire life with. Unlike my dad, Tristan is there for me and protects me.

Niko was furious, but I couldn't explain the darkness that consumed me, the overwhelming need to revel in violence. I'd never felt such a pull towards the abyss, the twisted thrill of inflicting pain and death sending shivers of sick pleasure down my spine. In that moment, I welcomed the darkness, embraced the depravity that had taken hold of me. All I craved was more blood, more destruction—a craving that gnawed at my soul with insatiable hunger. I was beyond redemption now...

Looking in front of him and receiving such a pristine soul, a voice echo behind him. “DO YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE?” A chance, but not that tempting for him to take. Yet. “I CAN MAKE YOUR DEEP DRK DESIRE COME TRUE. SUCH AS REVIVING ONE SOUL.” Intrigue and slowly being dragged into the abyss of endless darkness. A sinister smile draws in a twisted way behind his pure smile that he is showing to the unknown prey. “Say, you will do anything that big brother will tell you, right?”

Old barrels loomed in crooked rows, the scent of oak and age and forgotten spills mixing with the sharper tang that fueled my darkest desire. I found the cask farthest back, turned the brass tap, and let the red spill into a goblet until it nearly overflowed. My throat burned for it—anything to quiet the gnawing in my veins. I swallowed the first glass whole, the liquid slick and warm, nothing like what I truly craved. A poor imitation. The second pour trembled in my hand, not from weakness but from the thing thrashing inside me. Hunger, rage, desire—so tightly wound they were indistinguishable. I tilted the cup, watched the dark surface ripple. Not enough. Never enough.

The glow from the torches cast erotic shadows, my vision is hazy, and my mind is clouded with lust. I gyrate my hips seeking out friction to subdue the craving between my legs. I need to be filled; I need my thirst quenched. “Crimson,” I call out for my mate, craving his touch. Needing only his touch. For a brief second the haze clears from my mind, and it dawns on me what is happening. I am the feast. I am the claiming. It’s not what I want but I’m powerless to stop it. The wine, the music, my heat…

Her body ached beautifully, her mind floated in a haze of pure satisfaction, and her heart felt dangerously full. Lying in Damian’s arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, she whispered, “This craving… it’s dangerous. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to my normal life after you.” Damian’s strong arm tightened around her possessively. His voice was quiet but intense when he replied, “Then don’t go back. Some flames aren’t meant to be extinguished.” In the heavy silence that followed, reality pressed in. His empire, his secrets, her ordinary world — everything that made this week feel like a fantasy. Yet the craving remained, burning hotter than ever.

“You’re finally mine. Completely. No more hiding from it. No more fear that isn’t mine to control.” Raven could barely speak. She just clung to him weakly, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing softly into his sweat-slick shoulder. The full weight of her addiction crashed over her like a tidal wave terrifying, liberating, all-consuming. The blackmail, the threat of gang rape, the danger to their baby it all paled against the absolute need she felt for Damien’s darkness. She was addicted, broken, and utterly owned. Her phone buzzed loudly on the desk across the room, the sound cutting through their heavy breathing like a knife.

He took me in the walk-in pantry while the gardener was outside. Bent over the washing machine in the laundry room. Once, I even initiated it, catching him in the hallway after lunch, dropping to my knees, and sucking him until he came down my throat with a strangled curse. I was addicted and completely. The old hate had turned into something darker and hungrier. I needed him inside me like I needed air. The third night, Damon came to my room with something new in his eyes. He spent a long time opening me up with his fingers and tongue, then slowly worked the tip of his cock against my ass.