Insatiable Desires Novels & Stories

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

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

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.

But his vessel cherished the young child, gave him the love he truly needed since he didn't receive such love either. Once the vessel turned eighteen, the beast hunted for his Mate. He looked at every face, scented every woman, but none drew him in. He felt it in his vessel to. The desperation. The need to find, but he wouldn't admit that. He fucked around for years, wasting his time on wenches that meant nothing to him. Though his vessel enjoyed the sex, his appetite for it insatiable... but that was the problem. It was insatiable. Almost out of control. He used sex to replace what he truly needed, thus wanting the sex more. The clock was ticking like a bomb as it narrowed in on his later y

I want to rip apart the gown that hugged her body curves, touching her skin in ways I haven’t. Her fingers were wrapped around my clothes, bringing it up to her bosom. Just the thought of having her walk around in my clothes was driving me to insanity. I want to push her down and kiss her till the dawn breaks, even then I wouldn’t be satisfied, this hunger, I don’t think it will ever fade, like a weed, it has long been deep-rooted, growing until my desires have no bound.

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

My obsession. Some flames aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to forget. And I was already consumed.

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

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.