His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

Rara fidgeted with her hands, her head hazy as blood rushed through her veins violently. She yearned to immerse herself in his very being, to get lost in his moments of vulnerability. Yearning for a taste of abandon, she wished to be consumed by the intoxication of his scented exhales. Her whole being trembled at the mere thought. Never before had she desired something with such fervor, this man being her ultimate craving. It felt morally wrong, yet she longed to embrace her inner rebel. All for him.

His anger was a mask for his desire, and the knowledge made me feel dizzy with power. “You tried to discard me,” I whispered, my voice thick with defiance. “You gave me orders and you walked away. You should have known I wouldn’t accept the terms. You think I’m afraid of your power? I’m addicted to it, Drake. And I will burn down this whole city just to make you look at me.” That broke him. A guttural sound of pure agony and relief escaped his throat. The fury in his eyes dissolved into a raw, desperate hunger. He stopped trying to be the CEO, the husband, the father. He was just a man consumed by a forbidden craving.

His not getting any stars for me because he doesn't even know me and he got jealous I place the food onto the bed turning on N*****x and I watch Darkest Desire . Aghh I am obsessed with this series I open the box of pizza whilst a steamy scene comes on. I can't help but let my thoughts wonder to thinking of all the things I could do with Shadow I push the food onto the other side of the bed I spread my legs slowly while the characters kiss passionately licking my lips I bite my lip "Oh gawd what are you doing" I slap myself back to reality I seriously need to get a grip

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

People claimed they didn’t like a bit of pain, but that was all a lie. No one likes their food without salt or for it to taste bland. Vanilla sex still had a minuscule amount of pain. As slow as you think you want it, you still need it hard to come. Someone to pound down on your cunt like he really wants it. To pin you down in the darkness and go slow to enjoy it, but harder to come fast and deep. It’s all in our genes. You couldn’t escape from it, even if you tried. Eliana bobbed her head eagerly, her eyes drooping and the tip of her tongue slipping out.

Then he broke. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracked. "Every night. Every morning. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees, looking up at me. And I…." He pressed his palm against his forehead, like he was trying to press the thoughts out. "I've never wanted anyone like this. I've never needed anyone like this. And it terrifies me." I closed the distance between us. I reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a starving man.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I sucked hard and desperate, my tongue slapping wet around them sloppily, mimicking the cock I craved so badly. Tears blurred my vision as he pumped slowly, fucking my face with lazy thrusts. His groan rolled out low, hitting me like a pure hit of lust. My pussy squeezed around nothing, juices trickling down my thigh in hot, shameful trails. A whine buzzed around his knuckles, raw need taking over completely as my grip on control snapped bit by bit. This was it. This was the dark craving I’d buried, the surrender I’d fingered myself to in the dead of night, now coming terrifyingly alive.

“I'm not the kind of man you imagined. I am not your happy ever after. I am a bad man with dark secrets. It's huge enough to destroy your existence. But you…” My voice trailed as I locked gaze with those mesmerizing Amber eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of the chandelier. I wanted to kiss them. To wipe the tears off and spray my seed all over her face until she gagged. “You are pure, innocent, fragile, full of life, so fucking young. You are brave, you dare to explore. That's the reason I call you little dove. One more step closer to me and you will be tainted by my darkness.” “All it takes is one taste for you to get obsessed. For you to get dangerously addicted. Before you know it,