Lore And Lust Novels & Stories

Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

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.

Storm signed, a sly grin spreading across his face. Blaze nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with passion. "We need you now!," he said, joining us on the bed. The four of us tangled together, our bodies writhing in pleasure as we surrendered to our desires. The pheromone perfume had unleashed a wild and primal passion within us, and we reveled in the intensity of our lovemaking. As the night wore on, our passion only grew stronger, fueled by the irresistible scent of the perfume. We lost ourselves in a world of pleasure, our love and desire for each other consuming us completely.

I swallowed hard as the first words hit me. "Daughter of the God of Lust. What the fuck," I clicked on it, reading the material. "Born from an overwhelming surge of divine lust," my thoughts flashed back to the kiss with Lust… could that have been… or was it through sex? So wait, she was Lust's daughter? Did that make me Lust's daughter or his baby mama? My head spiraled from the information. "She wasn't created intentionally but birthed from his own ecstasy- fucking great. The incarnation of addictive pleasure. Makes you crave love you can't have."

I walked around the house but couldn't find her. I had rushed down here after having sex with a total stranger. This was the second time I was doing such. I wondered what was going over me. My mind was filled with lust. The singer on that occasion, Mrs. Piatek, was good in bed. It looked like she was into me. Too bad I wasn't the type of person that believed in love. She was just a distraction for me.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

Gadreel replied, patting the seat beside him. "Stay here, and I'll approach her. If I manage to talk to her without any trouble, you owe me," he explained, and I just nodded, trying to calm myself as I followed Gadreel's approach toward Loraine. I gasped when I saw Gadreel kiss Loraine. He really had no fear when it came to women, and it seemed he wanted to prey on Loraine, who looked like a succubus in appearance. Who is the real lust demon between the two of them?