Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

It was cold inside the room and his two air conditioners were on, but he seemed to be sweating and feeling hot inside himself. The young woman covered his lips that were almost grinding their teeth because of the excitement and passion of both of them. Even Adante suddenly felt heat in his body. He thinks that his masculinity always lives every time he observes closely the attractive face of his wife. That's why instead of restraining himself, he seems to have been carried away again by the burning of their hearts and their teasing feelings. He pulled Hera to sit and separated her two legs which were now placed on Adante's backside.

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.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

This man is the one I truly love and want. However, he doesn't have the most important thing, the one thing that really matters to me: money. Love alone isn't enough to live on. I couldn't live in this place. I like the good life, luxury, being well-treated, and he can't offer me that. But while nothing gets resolved, there's one thing about him that I really enjoy. Because in bed, this guy is incredible and drives me crazy.

We let ourselves be carried away, provoking the heaviness of our breathing, discovering my inner fire that transcends more and more to the point of not being extinguished, provoking a fire accompanied by passion and lust intentionally. Love is like a lunatic because it makes you lose yourself in the abyss of lust. Passion consumes you until it satisfies its anxiety. The atmosphere has become as hot as hell. We both emanate lust, sex, and passion, our bodies fused together, like when someone drops a lit cigarette into a box of TNT, to the point that our animal sides are perceptible.

Ramona blurted out as she grabbed my hand and hurried us off to the soup kitchen. "I'll call you later, for that date!" Hack hollered out as we rounded the corner. It was at that moment that I knew he liked me. Everything Ramona had said about him was true. The things I pushed out of my head had come flooding in and it all made sense, he liked me. But what I failed to realize is I was falling for him, I was in love with him. "Hello, ladies!" Clark called out as we walked through the door. "Ramona had called last week to tell Pat and me that you two wouldn't be in because you were in some sort of accident. Are you okay?"

“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

“But tonight, let’s not pretend that we’re enemies. Even if we are trapped in this arrangement, I want to believe that there’s more to us than duty and deceit.” Aurora looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of the Aurora I once knew—a woman of passion and hope. Slowly, I leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that was both hesitant and intense. It started as a cautious press, as if testing the boundaries of the space between us, then deepened into something that felt unexpectedly real. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and the way her body responded to the touch—a response that both startled and troubled me.

“You were seconds away from forcing yourself on her mere moments ago. Do you think she could love you after that? Don’t be stupid. “Once she discovers the pleasure we can give her, she will crave our touch. She will love us.” “Lust is not love,” I snapped. “You don’t understand the difference, do you?” “It’s all the same to me.” Xavier turned on his heel and strode away.