His Darkest Craving Novels & Stories

To kill,rule and give life. Sanctify crashed everything at the fashion house breaking every resolve of him turning him weak. She made him see parts that never knew existed in him. She wasn't classy but was so real. Smile or laughter was a forbidden fruit for him but she made him at all of it sweetly. I shouldn't do this!! I hated the table and sighed. I can't let her slowly crawl I to my head and get the better part of me, fuck!! How did I become this way in a Twinkle?

Soft little moans slipping out even though I tried to stay quiet. “Please,” I whispered. Voice breaking. “Please let me cum. I need it.” He lifted his head just enough to speak. Chin shiny with me. “Beg nicer.” “Please, David. Please make me cum with your mouth. I’ve been aching since the kitchen. Please…”

Elena’s POV Why do forbidden things taste sweeter? Like melted caramel—sweet, dangerous, yet impossible to resist. Some wild part of us still wants a taste. Just once. Until we realize we’re trapped. That’s how my addiction to my dad’s best friend started. I bet sometimes you’ve imagined how the world would be if Eve hadn't taken that greedy bite… Just maybe your dirty soul will be saved. Well, I’m sorry, because for Dominic Mercer, I’d take a greedy bite. Again. And again, until I drag the world into my darkness.

And yet, as Andre’s warm body pressed against mine and his cum leaked from both my holes, a terrifying truth settled deep inside me. I was starting to crave this darkness. I was starting to crave him. ---

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

“It scares me too. I watched you float and I thought about Mara, and the stack, and what happens if this is the only place either of us can put the pressure. That’s not just sex. That’s dependence. I’m not going to dress it up.” Dawn was a gray seam at the edge of the glass. Her body was too used to pretend she would stand up and become only an architect in an hour. The craving sat on her chest beside his arm and did not apologize. “I don’t want a cure,” she whispered. “I want the night. I just don’t know what it costs when the sun is up.” Damien kissed her hair, then her mouth, tasting salt and exhaustion and the leftover slick of hours.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

Lying in bed afterward, fingers lazily circling my oversensitive clit, I whispered into the darkness what I could never say out loud: “I want him. I want Marcus to fuck me like that. I want to be the one he fills up. I want to moan his name while he stretches me open.” The thought terrified me. It also made me wetter than I’d ever been. And I knew, deep down, that I wouldn’t be able to stop watching. The craving was already too deep. It had taken root inside me, growing with every hidden glimpse, every stolen moan, every imagined touch. I was falling into something dangerous. And I didn’t want to be saved.

Only him can wake the darkest desires I never knew I had within me. Sex was my job. I only do it with clients because it is necessary. But with him, it felt like a lifeline. I groaned when he tugged my lower lip with his teeth. I let my arms wrap behind his neck, my fingers playing with his hair. My lower body started grinding against him, desperately trying to search for the hardness between his thighs. My core is aching with need. I need to feel him... I threw my head back when his lips moved down to the length of my neck. He was leaving marks but the heck do I care!

"You'll leave Ryan, because I know deep down, you want me. Who do you think of when you touch yourself?" "You." I blurt out without thinking, and my eyes widen. A smug look takes over his handsome face. He leans close until his lips are inches away from mine. "All you need is someone to channel all that pent up hunger into." He whispers. "All that longing, all that passion. Let me give you a hobby, cupcake. Let me show you the darkness you crave for." I gulp softly. This is what I've always wanted. And this mysterious, unhinged stranger who sets me ablaze with a single look is offering it to me on a golden platter.