Lustful Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

Anita danced round and round her tiny apartment, her heart bubbling with joy at the success of the first step of her plans. True, she hadn't gotten a publishing deal yet but she knew that with the way the day had ended with Rio, she was on her way to getting one pretty soon. The other company has also rejected her work but she didn't mind one tiny bit, knowing that she already had the big fish in her net.

Our souls connected with our hearts, and our beings prepared to feel a current that raced at a thousand miles an hour through our bodies, leaving no space for adrenaline. Our hands meet, and our fingers entwine like fresh flora in a meadow, adorned with that celestial breeze that adds to its freshness and beauty. Wishing only for time to stop existing, attracting such a majestic being, desire is closer and closer to his chest. He speaks to me in the sweetest way, whispering to me what we both want, what our lips discuss, that desire to cling to him. I feel the warm touch of his lips that awaken all my pleasure, the lust that is inevitable to contain. We let ourselves be carried away, provoki

He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them. He was very handsome. And he somehow made me very uncomfortable. Although I never got the bad vibes from him. I was not the talking type of girl, So he made me super nervous especially with his friends, and some people looking at us. "Uh- I have to go" I soft and sternly said as he frowned. I saw it from my peripheral view as I looked at the end of the hallway. "Were you hurt? What's that?" He asked his hand reaching for the book which I pressed against my bust and my body almost jumped as he harshly pulled it back. I felt exposed. And embarrassed. I could feel my clumsy hands shake as he stared at my ch

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

he banged his hand hard on the table and stood up, walking to his huge french window overlooking the beautiful central park, he dismissed the person reporting. “Where are you my beautiful, why is it so difficult to find you, come hither, wherever thou art, I can’t wait.. can’t wait to make you mine,” he thought, looking far into distance, reminiscing the night when he saw her on the bar counter, throwing caution to air, dancing like no one was watching, laughing like there’s no tomorrow and looking as hot like there’s nothing hotter than her. Love or Lust ?? you guess... All Hearts !!

Whoever that woman is, she has him on strings and on her long, slender, and perfectly manicured fingers, which didn’t miss my notice. Bright, electric sparks appeared in the dark clouds that announced an impending storm, and the thunderclaps that followed were in rhythm with the erratic thumping of my heart as we walked towards one of the cars packed outside, waiting to take me away. Tiny rain droplets started to hit the window once the car door was locked, and I stared through the dark glass towards the door, and like a naive girl, I wished one of those movie moments would happen, and Lucio would walk through the door and tell them to stop the car.

This conviction led her to specific knowledge: Nina must have worshipped him with her mouth countless times. The scene played out in her mind with the clarity of a film. She saw Nina and Carlos as one entity, perfectly interlocked in a relentless, fervent dance of passion. They moved with an instinctive rhythm, a mesmerising harmony that spoke of complete surrender and exploration of each other's deepest needs. Lara’s internal camera zoomed in on Nina's hands, now tangled in Carlos's dark hair, gripping his head, pulling him down and closer as their lips met in heated, desperate kisses.

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

"Make no mistake, freckles, I’ll have you on the dance floor whether I’m your partner or not." I quickly turned away, hoping the darkness would hide the heat rising to my cheeks. Thrystan had a maddening way of making me blush with nothing more than a few well-placed words. He was a flirt, through and through, and it irked me to no end how easily he could get under my skin. I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself and pretend his words hadn’t rattled me.