Insatiable Desire Novels & Stories

I clenched my fists tightly, trying hard to stop myself from pulling her in and kissing her. But when I accidentally touched her hands and smelled her perfume, my dick moved. I felt the running electricity just by our touch, my prolonged resistance has finally given way. I cannot take it anymore. The agony of not wanting to touch her is killing me. I wanted to devour her, to taste her sweet lips again. Yes, I have been wanting to taste her again. It’s like a fire ignited within my body when I felt Scarlett’s kiss again. My courage grew even stronger as Scarlett responded to every kiss I gave her, to every touch. The sight of her body illuminated by the moonlight only made my desire burn even

Author's Pov This inexplicable attraction will lead to his demise someday. He has never craved for someone as much as he craved for her from the very first day. Every time he saw her, he was possessed by the desire to pound in her tiny hole while she would be writhing with pain and pleasure with her sexy moan made him restless. Fuck his sanity! He has been fantasizing about her every single time. She occupied his mind day and night and he couldn't do anything about it. The irrational desire towards her makes him insane for her even more.

Her mind was flooded with lewd, desperate thoughts every second… vivid images of shoving him down on the bed, straddling his hips, and devouring him with a hunger that should have shamed her. She wanted to taste every inch of him. Wanted to feel him lose control beneath her hands, her mouth, her body. The urges were relentless, consuming, almost violent in their intensity. She was suddenly insatiable, so lust-filled it terrified her. This wasn't normal. This wasn't her. Was this what Aida had meant? Was this ravenous need, this all-consuming hunger, a consequence of what they'd done? Or was this simply who she became when he was near? A creature of pure want, stripped of inhibition and reaso

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

Begging him to touch her. He’d wake up in the oppressive darkness, sweat slicking his body. Sometimes, he’d be hard, the physical manifestation of his unfulfilled desire. Sometimes, a furious, burning anger would consume him. Always, without fail, he woke up profoundly, achingly unsatisfied. The dreams fed the obsession, intensifying the hunger for something far beyond carnal pleasure.

I let it. My breath is an unsteady rasp against the quiet. It strains to keep up with the rest of me, with the rest of this. With the rest of the wild animal that I cannot hold back, cannot hold off, cannot hold at all. I am breathless, but I cannot stop, cannot stop, cannot stop. My need is a snarl on my lips, a rough edge that takes me further and further. The desire to feed, to hunt, is overwhelming, untamed. The only truth in this world that is fast and dark and raw.

A small part of me told me that Titan must have told his brothers about our little encounter, and they must be here to see how true it was. My fears compounded when I saw Tristan slowly walking up to me. I kept moving backwards until I stumbled on a sofa. I lost my balance and landed on the chair with my back. Tristan chuckled softly and laid over me. I gasped and tried to push him off, but he wouldn't bulge. "You really are something." He said to me. I blinked at him, trying to read the meaning of his words. His finger went to my face, and he began to caress me. I tried to resist the pull I felt toward him, but I found it impossible. My desires began to grow, and I was helpless against it.

Unable to have him pull out again when it’s already so good. “Don’t stop.” I sound whiny and beggy, and yet I feel like I'm going crazy. My body wants and needs, and I lose all rational thought and sense. I want this climb to climax to keep going and this sensual and fulfilling ecstasy to never end. I want to devour him, claw him to pieces, and splat him to every inch of me. Such is the insane desire.