Lore And Lust Novels & Stories

Lust is sad to be passionate, strong desire characterized mostly by some sexual craving. Now, one may argue that this shows agreed, while others defend themselves by saying that it is purely a feeling of yearning that we all go through at some point in our lives. The second explanation will lead to people believing that this feeling is normal and not something to be ashamed of. However, the first explanation may direct people to think that what they are feeling is an abomination, especially from a religious stand point.

"He had his uses." Like that breaks the tension in the room, everyone else sits, and conversation continues like a dead body isn't a few feet away. Against the marble, the blood is thick and black, like the soul of the man seated at the head of the table. The cold worsens. I shiver, teeth locked together. My gaze fixates on the blood and glazes over as pictures flash, melding together. On contrary opinion, love isn't blind. Lust is. It feels everything, yet sees nothing. With eyes closed and skin ablaze. Raw. Mindless. Ugly. Lust.

It was Danielle’s turn to gape at him. “What rubbish! Love and lust are totally different feelings! If you love someone, you will lust after her too, but not the other way around. If you lust after someone, you don’t need to be in love with her. Lust is momentary, just a physical need, but love is eternal. It comes straight from one’s heart and soul. Love is an elemental need!” Knox sat in silence, listening to her, watching the sparkle in her eyes, the radiance on her face. It was almost as if she had experienced it in her life.

the man asked to her picture and laugh like a lunatic that he is. ***************************** Love and lust are feelings that came together BUT In love you do find lust but in lust you never found love **************************

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

"For a very, very long time." "Who are you?" she breathed, the question finally bursting from her mouth. It wasn't angry or attacking. It was an invitation. Lorian's initial contact heated her fingers, enveloping the icy jade on the pedestal. A shock, not electric but just clean, pure feeling, passed from his skin to hers. "We are the guardians of lust. The harbingers of bliss. We survive on it, and because of it, we build experiences mere mortals can only dream of."

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

“I do plan to use this for my benefit, however.” “How so?” “A surrogacy contract. She’s going to provide me an heir.” “Tread lightly,” Aron said, shaking his head. “Lust is an emotion that has no discernment. You can hate someone and desire them with the same intensity as someone you love, though lust through love is its own beast. It will leave you physically at that person's will. Your body is telling you that you feel something. What that is, I’m not sure, but whatever it is, you may want to figure it out before it consumes you.”

The glow of wealth incarnate, veins glinting faintly with gold, every movement dripping with allure and danger. Lust’s smile deepened. “Much better.” Greed reached for him, fingers tracing his jaw, his thumb brushing across those too-soft lips. “You missed me.” “Always,” Lust murmured, leaning in. The space between them vanished. Their lips met, a collision of hunger and memory, of two ancient sins devouring the distance between them. Power rippled through the room, setting every candle ablaze, painting the walls in gold and crimson light. Their kiss was not gentle, it was claiming, a vow renewed in sin. Greed’s hands sank into Lust’s hair, and Lust’s laughter, low and sinful, vibrated again

Loraine stood by her bed, bathed not only by the moonlight but also by the desire and love shining from her husband’s eyes. Her body shivered with anticipation of the night to come, her lower belly heavy with lust. She wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes and her own off, tumble him to the bed and ride him to oblivion, both their desire’s fueling their body as the chased a common goal. But that quick fulfillment just wouldn’t do. She wanted Reno to take his time with her, worship her body until her soul left her body in complete ecstasy. She wanted him inside her all night long until he was practically imprinted in her.