His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

I want to be forever trapped in the cage of this man's love who is now sitting in front of me and looking at me as if I am the most precious thing in the world. *****

He mumbles with a confused look and I part my lips, "People say the deepest form of love is the one that hurts the most, so what if I want that?" "You can have it, but you should remember, just because it's the deepest form doesn't mean it's the best form. " He says and I nod. "I'll try to be careful. " "That's my girl. " He pulls my cheeks again, taking a laugh from me before he finally leaves and I drop back to the bed, pulling the bear to my chest as I let my brother's words settle in. ~ "You can't tell me there's nothing, Ara. There's something. " Dex whispers behind me, once again distracting me from my work and I sigh, dropping my brush on the board to look over my shoulder. "Maybe it'

, but I don’t hear it because I’m no longer paying attention to any of them. Casual flirting has never really interested me. Desire isn’t the problem. Direction is. Most people want chemistry and soft loving. I want surrender. Control. Trust so absolute that someone would place themselves completely in my hands…and at my mercy. Not because they have to, but because they enjoy it. I’m a sensible man. I don’t make unnecessary gambles. But I can bet my Rolex that more than half of the models throwing themselves at me in this party will scram for the hills at the darkness in my tastes.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to push the thoughts away. *She’s twenty. She’s your best friend’s daughter. You’re supposed to look after her while Richard is in jail, not fantasize about marking every inch of her skin.* But the images kept coming anyway — her tiny body tied down, my hands on her, her soft cries mixing with pain and pleasure. I wanted to see her bleed just a little. I wanted to own her completely. I stood up and paced the room, running a hand through my hair. *Stop it, Logan. You’re not normal. You know what you are. A dark soul. A psycho, just like they say.*

Even as he dragged his raspy tongue up and down my prickled skin, I did everything I could to hold on. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." I heard the sounds pushing up from my tight throat, could barely think about anything but the hard fucking. The man had unchained me, opening up Pandora's Box with his demanding needs, his dark desires. I no longer cared whether this was a sin of God or a match made in heaven. I simply needed more. Craved more. Hungered for everything the man could give me.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

Craved it with her entire being. Now that she’d had a taste of his dominance, she was already addicted. Like a druggie desperate for her next fix. She’d never get enough of him. His power. His control. It called to the deepest, darkest parts of her soul. She came alive under his ownership. Like a flower in spring after lying dormant for the winter. “Going to go hard at you, Sandra,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ll be rough and I won’t stop unless you use your safe word.”

even something dark, it felt intimate, like a sort of bond. It was like letting him see every broken part of me and trusting he wouldn’t turn away. But that was exactly why I couldn’t do it. The cravings weren’t just hunger. They were rot. They were like shadows clawing at my soul, whispering things I hated myself for hearing. And if I shared that with him.. if I tied that darkness to his blood, his mind, his future,.I would never forgive myself. I couldn’t bear knowing I was the reason something so dadk touched him.

And yet, a part of me wanted to relive every agonizing second. "Dante," I murmured, barely above a whisper, "what have you done to me?" I wanted to blame whatever he'd injected me with last night, but I knew it went beyond that. He'd awakened something wild within me, a craving I could no longer ignore. A craving I needed to satisfy before it drove me insane. "No. No no no."

"I'm a greedy man, Dawn. Greedy and extremely selfish is what I am with you. I'm not the type that wants just a little; I'm the type that wants it all. I want you in the most primal, animalistic, wild way, like your mine to ruin, and I want you in my arms like you're the greatest treasure of all. I want you so fucking much. I need you, and I need you to love me again. " I believe in love, and lust, and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone that will go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness and all those cheesy craps. I want it all. I want the delicate balance—crave it. A sweet h