Lost In Lust Novels & Stories

Hm, what’s this new spice to it- Lust? “I’ll be back, babe” I press a forced kiss to Loren’s temple, quickly zipping through the crowd at the living room and tracing this awful ingredient spoiling her innocent scent. And I find her, in a lustful bind of four male low-tier Demons. “Sigh, I guess even Ciel wasn’t able to satiate your taste, pup. So you came up here to binge on it, is it, you naughty girl?” The sickly pale look on her face says it all, someone must’ve drugged her with bad intentions that these lowlives are executing. I cease their movements and bind them in a pause as she falls through from her release, hitting her body against the floor.

Shame and lust war like fire and gasoline. His voice drops low, velvet and lethal. “If I remember right,” he murmurs, so close his lips ghost over the shell of my ear, “you lost every round but one.” I squeeze my eyes shut, fingers curling tight into fists against the desk. “Yeah,” I bite out, “but she stripped, didn’t she?” The she being me. He hums a dark, approving sound that vibrates through his chest into my back. His hand leaves my hip, skimming up to stroke a knuckle along the curve of my cheek.

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

It needed a hot, crazy sex. However, his hand came across her left foot and touched the cold, hard prosthetic foot. It was as if he was dunked in cold water. His lust left him almost immediately. At the next moment, he lost all interest to keep going. “I’m sorry.” Withdrawing his hands, he ignored his lifted shirt, and leaned on the couch. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and started smoking, relying on it to alleviate his burning lust. Gianna was very upset.

We were breathing deeply when our eyes met. "Don't arrive late." He bewildered me, I guess. My entire body was violently trembling. How did I behave? Returned his kiss. My gaze settles on the front-facing mirror. With his kiss, my lips began to swell, and my skin began to sparkle like a sheen. Why did I allow him to abuse me like this? So, how did I lose control? Is this lust, then? Pleasure or passion

No matter what we are and what we believe, destiny has its own plans and it will always lead to your destination. Dom and his Bunny has finally found their forever after suffering so much and will always cherish their relationship with love and only love. Because it's not just lust, it's more than Lust... THE END!

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

“Tell me, how exactly are you planning to twist the Queen of Hell around your little finger?” I stepped closer to him, the air between us tightening like a stretched cord. I didn’t need to touch him—my presence alone, the confidence in my steps, said everything I wanted him to hear. “Lust,” I said slowly, almost like a whisper, letting the word roll off my tongue like silk. “It’s also one of the most powerful emotions a being can feel. It breaks logic, blurs lines, and crumbles the strongest walls.” “It drives people mad—makes them do things they never imagined.” I paused, watching his eyes darken. “We’ll spread lust to people's minds so they would be forced not to see their fears if Morpheu

He has missed six months of my life while going through hell, and he's been through so much all alone… would we be too much on each other? I shifted my gaze to the man behind him. A much larger man with a similar face, he was just an older version and he needed no introduction. The resemblance was uncanny and with Cyrus by his side, no one could deny he was his legacy. “Now there's three parts of Lust walking on this damn Earth,” Lucian muttered beside me. “… all in one place. The light beams must be going crazy. In fact, they should be here any minute.” “What? Is that- is that going to be a problem?”