His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

Fuck, little deer, if only you knew what I could give you. The pleasure, the fire, the darkness... the pure, unrelenting darkness I could pull you into. She doesn’t even know, does she? The darkness she craves, the twisted fantasies that Justin is too blind to see. She doesn’t want sweetness; she doesn’t want light. She wants to be touched by the shadows, to be scarred in ways that mark her as mine forever. To be claimed, branded. An hour passes like this, her body melting into mine, my cock throbbing with a need I can barely contain. It’s always her, only her. She whimpers in her sleep, and I watch as her hand slips between her legs. My breath hitches, my pulse racing.

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

Growing up and believing she is the only child of her parents only for her nanny, who she considered part of her family gave her shocking news on her eighteenth birthday. Alpha Ian: The alpha of Crimson shadows pack, he is a sex addict and a psychopath.. well no one except his sister knows he’s suffering from clinical lycanthropy, he derives his pleasure through Amelia, his property. He is obsessed with her, treating her brutally is what turns him on. To his people, he is a good alpha but to Amelia and those who know what happens between closed doors, he is a beast.

She grew wary and nervous but her eyes couldn't leave his. When he spoke his voice was deep and arousingly husky, a tad bit above a whisper, "You know when you fast from something", he took another step closer, "something you want but a part of you knows you'll overdose on. Something that you crave so damn much but you know it's lethal and it'll be the death of you", he was right in front of her now. So close. Too fucking close Sreya couldn't breathe.

I remind her, digging my hands into my hair. Her expression breaks, as she takes my hands into her freezing ones. "I won't let you." I shake my head, knowing what I have to do. "Then I won't stay here." "I'm afraid you don't have any other choice,” Dax mutters from the doorway. I look back at Mary. I’m selling my soul to a Demon. I’m giving my life over to him, to let him use me as he pleases. He’s going to come for me…he’s going to get what he wants. And soon.

“You crave what?” “Her!” He poked my chest. “The plan was simple: come to Dark Hound, mask my scent for a few hours before you found out, then kill her to piss you off because you were obviously keeping her for a reason, but just one inhale Xlynor… What the hell is she?” “I don’t fucking know what she is!” I snapped, pushing him off. “Stay the fuck away from her. I don't fucking care what you're craving.” I growled, walking away.

The warmth from his palm radiated, a cruel ghost of a touch. "I want you to admit it," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I want you to admit that you crave the darkness. That you crave me. I want you to beg for it, Ruby. I want you to reach for me and tell me you can’t take another second of this exquisite torture." He then slid further under the covers, turning his back to me once more, leaving me facing the empty space.

I smiled at the vivid image forming in my mind. But I had promised Marcella something earlier. I had promised to take her down a dark path, just as I had once been led. I was going to guide her down those exact same dark corridors. A celebration mixed with a dark promise, it was the perfect combo, I was about to completely ruin her life, and I was going to enjoy every single second of destroying her. I will ruin her completely.