Lost In Lust Novels & Stories

She wanted him to take her. She didn’t want to resist anymore. He wanted to give herself to him. She squeezed her eyes as her breaths became laboured. His hungry kisses were driving her crazy, renewing the passion that she thought was over a long time ago. Before they knew, their clothes were peeled off from each other’s bodies. His body pushed her further into the mattress as he hovered over her. Her hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer to her and the next moment they were one. She closed her eyes as lust took over her sense of reasoning.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

*** Marc They settled into the room and Lisa disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. Marc kicked off his shoes and slid his hands over his head, looking up and letting out a long breath. He wasn't experienced in love. Lust was easy and he very much agreed with Lisa - it wasn't messy. You fucked and went home. If it was good enough then the next time you ran into the girl you would fuck again. No connection other than a physical one, no worries or pressures.

His lengthy shaft started to get a hard on. Juste then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He let out the glorious beast inside him. He spread her legs and hooked them around his torso. He glanced at Chastine again. While they look into each other’s eyes, each filled with lust, Juste towered over Chastine and laid over her to kiss her on the neck. Chastine’s body began to burn with lust. She couldn’t help but moan at the intensity of their love making. Juste then prepares her opening. He caressed her intimate part down there with his delicate fingers.

P E R S E U S I shut the door behind me, then descended the stairs, desperately trying to gather what remains of my sanity. A sudden wave of regret hit me. I shouldn’t have given in to my lust for her. It’s not love. It can’t be. Just lust; raw, stupid lust. If I were to fall for every woman I pleased, I might be completely insane. Her voice sounded desperate and needy. Her whimpers and breathy moans still echoed in my ears, the way her eyes stayed fixed on mine as she reached her release. Undeniably, she was sexy, I’d give her that.

His breath came in short pants, his chest rising and falling faster. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, a strained laugh escaping him. But I wasn’t done yet. I needed to push him further, to break down that wall of control he always maintained. I took him deep again, my throat relaxing to accommodate him. He cursed, his hips bucking wildly now, unable to stay still. I gagged a little, tears falling from the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and that’s when I saw it, the moment he lost control. His eyes darkened, a look of pure lust taking over his face.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

She muttered. Her fingers moved again. In-between her legs already felt like a water park. She closed her eyes. Blocked out the guilt. Thought about nothing. Everything. The heat built. This time, deeper. Her breaths grew faster. Her lips parted with a cry. She rubbed faster on her moist vulva. The second orgasm shattered her. Her hands dropped weakly beside her. Her chest heaved. She'd won. He hadn't come. He didn't appear. No mirrors cracking.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."