Lore And Lust Novels & Stories

"And I would love to discuss your craft further, if you're interested." "Of course," I reply, my heart fluttering with excitement. "I'd love that." As our conversation continues, I feel a strange sensation. It's as if my heart is melting, my eyes are drawn to his moving lips, and his eyes that hold a world of their own. I'm physically present in the grand hall, surrounded by the chatter of the crowd and the soft music playing in the background. But mentally, I'm somewhere else, lost in a world of imagination.

Nothing was ever appealing to him and no one could make him lose focus but lately his mind seems to be occupied by the same lady his friend had just told him about. He felt a pinch in his chest. "Wow!" He muttered, trying to act normal but within him, he wasn't okay with what he had just heard. "I know right. I mean there is something about her. I won't call it love at first sight but rather attraction at first sight. I just want to get to know her." Landon tells his friend as he placed his palm on his chest feeling his beating heart. There was no day he didn't think of Victoria without his chest pounding. No one has ever made him feel the heat he was feeling.

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

Louder moans threatened to escape from my lips while I tried desperately to hold them in. “So wet…so hot…” EROS murmured before he chuckled at my reactions. His fingers pulled the crotch of my panties swiftly to the side before his fingers delved into my wetness. I cried out his name before biting down hard on my lower lip. The pleasure from his fingers stroking up and down the wet slit in between my legs made my legs feel weak as I panted. Lust flooded my mind and my body as I yearned for him and the pleasure that I knew he could give me.

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

A combination of red and gold the colors that invented Lust and glamour. Let's see if this dress is enough to hook The Leonard king up my grasp.

His body shook in a convulsively way at his wild imagination. Looking down, Lustrow looked at Harol's face trying to see if his words had made her scared, he just said he wouldn't be gentle with her... She might be scared. All he could see when he gazed into her eyes was conspicuous eros, a tempestuous hunger that matched with his own. They both were hungry for this.

Even in the storm…they still burned for each other. Her robe slips leaving her naked to his gaze.. She didn’t cover herself as she stared at him “You are mine now”he says as a matter of factly…”even if it’s wrong” And then he kissed me …I melted into his touch my hands tangling in his hair as our mouth battled against each other His mouth then licks along my neck going down to my chest as I moan at the contact ..his tongue circling my nipples “Lucas”i moan out