Lustful Hearts Novels & Stories

Every pitch, struck a painful cord in my heart, and I felt myself shift a bit from Luca, feeling my throat get clogged. I had experienced heartbreak in the most embarrassing way possible. Yet, here I was, lusting after a man I had sworn to hate. But maybe lust and hate could go together. The woman raised a hand up, her pitch going in the same direction, and the song suddenly took a dark turn. It turned into something really... sensual.. I looked at the hand that had been on my thigh all through, and watched as it squeezed my flesh a bit tighter. "Why did you move?" Luca suddenly asked, his eyes still trained ahead at the performance.

With your stupidity, your handsomeness, you annoying yet angelic voice, you gorgeous face and captivating body. You came along with your piercing blue eyes and rosy sweet lips then all of a sudden you stole my heart. I have no regrets of loving you. I love the fact that I love you and being with you is like being in cloud nine. You deserve the world and I know for sure that I can't give that to you but as cheesy as this might sound, I'll give you everything I can in mine. As long as I can always make you happy then I'm good with that. As long as your smile is genuine then I'm good with that. If I have to strangle someone just to see you smile then I would but that's a little extreme especial

I thought, my body responding to his touch, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. My body ignited, a fire sparked by his touch, and I instinctively clawed at his neck, deepening the kiss, surrendering to the intoxicating power of his embrace. He swirled me around, his touch a whirlwind of desire, and leaned me against a sturdy wooden table. I sat, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, as his kisses rained down on me, each touch a searing brand on my skin. "This is it, Lara, there is no turning back! He won the game, and he won your heart, Larabelle!" I thought, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions.

“Let me see that pretty pussy. Open it for me.” Her breath hitched, a soft, desperate sound. Her hands slid down her own body, trembling slightly, and she obeyed. She hooked her thumbs into her own folds, pulling herself open for me, revealing the glistening pink heart of her. The sight punched the air from my lungs. She was so wet already, dew gathered on her inner lips, her clit a hard, needy pearl. “That’s right,” I growled, the beast in me rising, hungry and possessive. She looks so good for us, my wolf hummed into my heart. “That’s where your beast lover’s cock belongs.” I whispered to her.

She stepped closer, resting her hand over his heart. “We make a good team,” she said. He smiled, not the sharp, controlled curve the world knew, but something real. “I prefer formidable,” he murmured. Then he leaned down and kissed her, not possessive, not urgent, but Steady, and Certain. A kiss built on battles survived and trust chosen again and again. Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, something new had taken root. A life long partnership. And for Damian Blackwood, it was the most powerful weapon he had ever learned to wield.

"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."

He smiled wickedly as he placed his cards down, one by one to reveal his hand – Ace of Hearts; King of Hearts; Queen of Hearts; Jack of Hearts and 10 of hearts – A winning Royal Flush! Luke stared at Mr Slevin's cards, A ROYAL FLUSH and his heart sank. What had he done? He had wagered his beautiful, stunning wife on a game of cards and he had lost! Mr Slevin, smiled, wiped the 5000 cash into a green cloth money bag and stood up. He poured another drink for Luke, with another discreet vial of aphrodisiac liquid and handed it to him.

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

The glow of wealth incarnate, veins glinting faintly with gold, every movement dripping with allure and danger. Lust’s smile deepened. “Much better.” Greed reached for him, fingers tracing his jaw, his thumb brushing across those too-soft lips. “You missed me.” “Always,” Lust murmured, leaning in. The space between them vanished. Their lips met, a collision of hunger and memory, of two ancient sins devouring the distance between them. Power rippled through the room, setting every candle ablaze, painting the walls in gold and crimson light. Their kiss was not gentle, it was claiming, a vow renewed in sin. Greed’s hands sank into Lust’s hair, and Lust’s laughter, low and sinful, vibrated again

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.