Insatiable Desires Novels & Stories

That's who I am or who I thought I was, now I'm not so sure, am I a wife or a puppet? Being as rich as I am you would think my life is all sunshine and rainbows, if only you knew was it was like to be married to a controlling and demanding Greek tycoon that is Demetrius Mavros. His dangerous aurora intrigued all the women in Greece, including me. I was more then shocked when Demetrius' eyes even strayed my way. He wanted me, and I was more than willing to give myself to him but what I didn't know was that my husband, Demetrius Mavros had an insatiable appetite, an insatiable appetite for me.

That weird voice in my head of an old man ruined my mood. I neglected it first, but it came back over and over. "Fuck off, old man!" I shouted in my head. "I don't know who you are, and you keep popping into my head like it is nothing." "Don't give in to your temptations," The voice in my head mentioned again. "What temptations are you talking about? Are you saying I should not do it with her?" This always ran behind my head while getting aroused.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

Damon never showed any signs of doubt or reluctance, fulfilling Dean’s desires night after night, as though it were only natural. The only thing that felt amiss was that Dean could always sense something deeper in Damon’s gaze—a longing that went beyond mere physical desire, as if Damon would never be satisfied, as if he was always craving more, insatiable in his need. Night after night, their intimate encounters left Dean’s body increasingly fatigued, yet the desire within him burned like an unquenchable flame, never waning. He began to feel the toll of both physical and mental torment—physically, he couldn’t escape the overwhelming pull of his own desires, no matter how hard he tried; ment

At least I had no chance to feel more pain if I had just died in the journey. Or maybe . . . it happened because I was in a hurry. I didn't think carefully about the steps I would take. What I did was insufficient—it wasn’t enough. And as a result, I became more thirsty for something I’ve always desired—peace. I went beyond the norm to satisfy myself. I already had what I desire yet due to my thirst . . . I kept finding every bit of it until I had it all, only to realize that I will never satisfy myself with this monstrous gluttony.

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.

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

"Do not stop. I want to feel every inch." Rafe's mouth found my breast, sucking the nipple hard, teeth nipping as he pounded into me. The dual sensations overwhelmed, pleasure coiling tighter with every suck and thrust. "You are mine, Mirelle. No auction, no other hands. I will fuck you every night if I have to, until your debt is paid in screams." His words fueled the fire, the obsession in his tone twisting my reluctance into fierce desire. I clenched around him, chasing release, my clit grinding against his pelvis. "Rafe, I am close. Make me cum."

ROMULUS Sometimes, humans want things they can’t have. They have desires that are just impossible to obtain, they don’t know or acknowledge their limits, so they desire for things way beyond them, and it burns them out because most of them never achieve these things, and the little who do cut down their lifespan by years just to achieve their frivolous desires. This nonsense doesn’t affect us gods in the slightest; whatever we want, we get, whatever we desire becomes ours one way or the other; everything at all. But right now, I feel like a damned human.

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”