His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to see him again, to feel that taut tension between us, to surrender to it all over again. To think I always thought all I needed was vanilla sex and now have had the taste of the dark side just one taste and now I need more.. I don’t want safe, predictable or controlled sex anymore not after have had one taste of his dark, commanding side, everything else suddenly feels flat, dull, unsatisfying. Now I crave more, More of him, more of the way he handles me, more of the delicious torment of being manhandled, choked, dominated, owned and made completely his.

Dean squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Dean chuckles and Holden sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over. It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the

Her hands obeyed before her mind caught up, peeling her blouse open, unzipping her skirt, until she stood in lace and trembling skin. Dominic circled her slowly, a predator savoring his prey. He trailed a finger down her spine, making her arch despite herself. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Ashamed of what? That you need me? That you crave me even when you tell yourself it’s wrong?” She bit her lip, trembling harder. “Say it,” he demanded, coming to stand before her again. “Say you crave me.” Her voice cracked. “I crave you.” “Louder.”

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

It was not fully awake yet, but it felt so long and huge under her clothed lips. It was sinful yet it was all she ever wanted. She craved it, she longed for it, and she wanted more. Dominic returning her advances caused the fire within her to burst into a large flame that consumed her body. Ana gulped audibly while laying on her back, legs spread out on top of her queen-sized bed. She couldn't sleep no matter how she tried to. She kept rolling around her bed, fantasizing her godfather, her body warming up the scene that keeps replaying in her mind.

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

The strands of saliva connecting us made him lick the flesh of my mouth without realizing it. His forehead fell against mine, and with exhaustion, he studied me. “Why are you this delicious, Preciosa? Every time I try to keep myself away from you, I find myself drowning in you.” My palms wandered along his thighs while I struggled to regain my lost senses. “I want you to drown in me even more. I want you to shatter the world for my sake, and I’ll enjoy watching you burn anyone who comes near me with bad intentions, just like you did today.”

The flash of pain followed by pure pleasure. She cried out and then rewarded him with a small moan that told him she was feeling what he wanted her to. Her body moved restlessly over his. Deep inside he felt Darkness hiss his building rage. He was like a snake, coiled and waiting for an opportunity to strike. Damonq gathered her closer protectively, allowing himself to savor the taste of her blood. Nothing Darkness did could diminish that for him. He would always be addicted to her taste.

27HIS DARK DESIRES Chapter Twenty seven "I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, CESAR" The confession hung in the air like a physical blow. Cesar’s grip on her chin tightened, his knuckles turning white. His heart was thudding so violently against his ribs that he was certain she could hear it. Looking into those fierce hazel eyes of hers, he saw a ghost. He saw the girl he had broken, the one he had buried beneath his ruthlessness and a loveless marriage.