Insatiable Desire Novels & Stories

—JASMINE. I want nothing but Hades. I crave him with every fiber of my being. I want all of him, every inch, every touch, every kiss. I want the taste of his lips on my skin, from the curve of my neck to the brim of my body. I want him to absorb me in every way possible, to consume me whole. This bodily desire is driving me insane. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I don't know how to explain it, how to put into words the intensity of this longing. It's like my body is screaming for him, begging for his touch, his kiss, his presence.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

I whisper huskily into her ear and savour the sound of her gulp. “You’re incorrigible,” she breathes clutching my shirt. “I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘insatiable’ and for you, you’re damn fucking right I am.”

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

He ached to close the distance between them, his whore of a wolf howling in ecstasy. But even through the haze of desire, a thought jabbed at him, mildly but constantly. If he began, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He will crush her under the weight of his desires. She will beg for him to stop but he won't. He won't until every inch of her skin carried his mark. He didn't merely want her; he craved her. He yearned to consume her, to devour her until her breath, her shivers, her very pulse belonged to him alone. He sensed that his desire was far more ruthless than a simple taste. If he so much as dipped his toes into it, there was a high chance he would be swept away, overpowered by the

“The stronger the desire, the deeper the effect. It could be euphoria that makes you cry or desperation that makes you shake and beg for mercy. Or … lust. Hunger. A need that eats you alive from the inside.” He shifted closer. His voice dropped to a whisper as he played with a strand of my hair. “Sometimes you'll tremble because you want too much, sometimes because you’ve lost too much. Either way, you’ll feel like I’m the only one who can ever satisfy you.” I clicked my tongue and slapped his hand away. “That’s even possible?” Ash pulled back a little, eyes locked on mine. “I’m the embodiment of desire and addiction, little lamb. Every command you give me is a seed. And that seed grows into

This would give Demetrius the satisfaction that he was not the only one affected. I could still hear him, the loud groans of pleasure as he neared his release. I could just imagine it. The fast movement of his hand as he pumped his díck even closer to an orgàsm, the hot water as it slid down his naked body. I hadn't realise I was touching myself until I felt the hot wetness beneath my fingers. I didn't stop. I moved my fingers rapidly on my cìlt, I covered my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure, I couldn't help myself, I was in ecstasy. As Demetrius' moans grew louder, so did my release and I could feel my juices pooling down my leg and onto the bed. "Shit, shit , shit!" I cursed as I clo

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

Desire. Six letters that describe the magnitude of sexual attraction between two people currently engaged in an activity filled with passion. Byan, on one hand, was someone who had never truly felt satisfied when doing it with Kia. Oh, he reached his climax, of course. And very pleasurably so. But when the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, his desire would rise to the surface once again. He couldn’t control the explosive lust he felt for Kia, the only woman who had reignited his desire for intimacy after three bitter years spent trying to forget Alana and Aksa, his deceased wife and son.