Insatiable Desires Novels & Stories

“And I don’t want to lie to myself anymore....I want you Eva.” My world tilted dangerously. “You are out of your damn mind!!!"

"Why? Isn't it great to live here? It's cheap and close to the college. It's convenient for everything." "How is it convenient? I can't even enjoy kissing you. I don't like being teased. I need to soothe my desire without any scruples day and night. Haven't you heard that a man will become immortal if he endures for too long? Won't you be worried that your happiness will be delayed?" It sounded crazy when he said that. How could he do nothing else but release his desire every day? Also, he used the phrase "immortal" in an inappropriate way. I only found it scary and speechless.

he exclaims, like a boy obsessed with his Christmas toys. His tongue flips over my flesh, feverishly tasting my skin. He suckles on me, getting rougher and rougher as his libido takes over, almost roaring with delight. He tugs on my tits, forcefully consuming my naked body. My pussy stabs at me, daddy Santa's lust leaking into me, electrifying all my nerves. It makes me horny and incredibly impatient. Desire is a word that could never describe what I want daddy Santa to do to my body right this instant!

I can also tell in a look he wants to come with me and continue what we did in the car. I need to get my stamina up living with him, I’ll never get through a week at this rate. He’s insatiable; I may not be the most experienced woman on the planet but even I know his hunger for sex isn’t normal, or the ability to go at it as much. I wonder if this is his Italian blood or just Jake blood that makes him a sex addict with a stamina second to none. I can’t really complain, since knowing he loves me, I have become just as insatiable and it still shocks me. I never knew I had it in me or that it was even possible to even try to have it in me.

A being so avid he cannot be content with the most sumptuous feast? Fear mingles with desire. It is the first time. The first time that shared pleasure does not soothe me, but inflames me. The first time satiety leaves me hungrier than before. The first time I look at a woman not as a conquest, but as a territory I could never accept leaving. Am I sick? Is there an imbalance, something that went awry in me tonight? A fever that took my blood as fuel? I run a hand over my face. It trembles. It's ridiculous. It's frightening.

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.

"Let us take care of you." His words were like a spell, releasing her from the last vestiges of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the pleasure, to the sensations that washed over her, her body responding to their touch with a hunger that surprised even her. Jenna's lips trailed down her body, her tongue teasing, her fingers exploring, while Travis's hands roamed over her skin, his touch firm and confident. Sadile was lost in a sea of sensation, her moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The candlelight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the desire that shone in their eyes, the hunger that drove them.

It's everything. The night stretches on, infinite and bewitching, as if time itself had decided to suspend its course to let us savor every instant. But this night is not a long, tranquil river. It's punctuated by abrupt awakenings, muffled sighs, hands that seek, that demand, that possess. I am awakened several times, gently but firmly pulled from sleep by their insatiable desires, by this craving that never seems to extinguish.

Who would choose that? The insults sting more than any whip, cutting through me like shards of glass. Every sneer, every glare, every whispered accusation feels like a thousand tiny deaths. I was drowning in it. Just as I was drowning in pain, and was forever stuck in this sickening cycle of sadness until I'm eventually driven to madness. I wondered if that was what would calm my demons and the vicious voices singing non stop in overlapping voices in my head; drowning in their contempt, in the suffocating knowledge that no one, not even the Alphas I’m bound to, will ever see me as anything more than a nuisance to be tolerated.

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”