His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

The screens go dark one by one. The room feels colder without them. I exhale and brace my hands on the table. Damon is already there. “How bad?” “They are desperate,” I say. “Which makes them dangerous.” The craving hits hard then, blood roaring, edges fraying. Damon offers his wrist without a word. I take it, drinking just enough to steady myself. It helps. Not enough. What I need is her. Rose.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Before she could understand anything, her arms were above her head, her small wrists locked in his giant hand and his face dangerously close to hers. "You''ll enjoy, I promise," his knuckles lightly grazed her jaw as he tried to coax her into giving in to him. His self-control was on the verge of snapping. His patience was running out. It was fucking torture to hold back when she was sprawled like this under him. Her soft wobbly lips and big blue eyes were teasing him into giving up on his last shred of sanity. He had never felt this maddening lust before. This dark, this consuming. His demon was repetitively howling to take her, taint her, taste her, and ruin her. He feared that if he woul

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?

"You wore this dress for me, didn't you? I'm doing you a favour. I know you've never done this before." No. I want to scream. I want to fight. My body won't listen to me; my eyes are so heavy, and the room is going dark at the edges, narrowing into a tunnel, and I'm losing. I can feel myself losing the fight to stay awake no matter how hard I claw at it. The last thing I hear before my eyes lose the battle is a crash. Something splinters, either glass or wood, and then a grunt follows. The weight on top of me is gone, ripped away so fast that the air in the room shifts. Then everything turns black.

“Wanted. That’s cute. But let’s be real. Does he go quiet after sex? That brooding thing where he pulls away and stares at the ceiling like he’s solving world hunger? Or have you managed to change that too? Come on, details. Does he tie you up yet? Make you beg on your knees? I bet he’s rough with you—Briggs looks like someone that likes it rough. Does he choke you a little? Cum inside you and then watch it drip out while he tells you who you belong to? Or is it all still vanilla because you’re not quite the type he usually breaks? I’m only asking because I care. We all want to make sure you’re not in over your head.” Brianna jumped back in, her curiosity clearly getting the better of any si

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

Even the sex that was supposed to throw him out of my system had left me desiring more and more. He was the sweetest temptation and the darkest sin. He was a poison laced with beautiful seduction, a deadly but addictive one. The poison I desired to have more of, even after knowing that it was slowly killing me. I have tasted it once…but one taste wasn’t enough.

Alana was wiping my face and trying to clean up the mess I'd just made when I had the sudden realization that another man's cum had just gone down my throat and I threw up again. Alana said, "You guys go on into the bedroom, I'll be there in a minute." She stuffed a clean rag in my mouth and said, "I'm sorry baby, but I've got to have that huge cock. I love you and I hope you love me enough to forgive me for what I just did to you, but I crave that monster cock between my legs. He is an arrogant, insufferable bastard, but he also has that monster cock. As long as you let him fuck me he won't show that tape to anyone. I really, really do love you baby and I'm sorry for this, but now I know ho