Leveling Through Lust Novels & Stories

“Do not stop Gavin. Trust me, I want you” And that was all that broke the ice. Gavin swiftly reached to the hem of her clothes and lifted it over her head, she took the hint and removed the remaining piece of clothing on her body. Gavin hitched a breath as he took in her body, he drank her beauty and his voice was filled with passion as he said, “Leila Baker, you are beautiful”. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors”.

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

Something close to pure jealousy rolled through Steven’s stomach as he watched his son and the pretty little thing Heath was holding and kissing. An odd grin appeared on his lips and he felt his enlarged member pressing against the zipper of his trousers. Steven Lockwood saw himself as a player, through and through… He was able to charm the pants off a woman anytime and anywhere. Everywhere he went, the ladies were falling at his feet. But lately, that luck was starting to run out and he was starting to miss the thrill of the chase. The surge of power he got the moment he knew he had a woman in the palm of his hand was absolutely unique.

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

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Lust is the only thing he defined about everything they had been doing. Slowly a tear drops from her eyes to the ground, what she wants from him is love but every time facts told her that he didn’t love he just had a lust for her body, Ella always was ashamed of her body but only today she like it because only this body can make him come to her but what about tomorrow. Today evening their mission is going to finish then their path will be different he is in the army and she is in the laboratory, and there is no way Justin is coming for her because he doesn’t like her and had no feelings for her. A girl body he can get thousands of it no need of her.

I continued the movements, not only because of what he said but also because I didn't want the otherworldly pleasure I was experiencing to stop or be interrupted at that moment. Marius still held my waist, his hand acting as the support and resembling the driver holding the steering wheel. In other words, even if I was on top, my boyfriend remained in control of everything we were doing. He still maintained dominance, and that was perfectly fine with me. I enjoyed it because, while earlier I was experiencing pleasure at level seven, now I felt like I had reached level eight. Yes, I knew that the highest level, level ten, was within my grasp, and I would patiently await the approach to and at

And there was never a shortage of news- you only had to know where to look. If there is one thing Lust is famous for, it’s being the cynosure of eyes at every point in time. Since the rules of the mortal realm prevent him from using his powers against humans, except for the protection of demon kin, he prefers to occupy apex positions. The seat of power allows him to exercise dominance without getting his hands dirty. They were in love, or so everyone thought.

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”