Lustful Synonym Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my temple, salty on my lips when I licked them. He pulled back just enough to speak, chin slick with my juices, eyes dark with hunger. “This pussy's mine, Yas. not anyone's else. Say it." His sudden possessiveness made me even wetter, “It’s yours," I panted, my voice breaking. “Only yours. Fuck, don't stop." The words stumbled out raw, my pulse pounding in my ears. His grin was feral. He dove back in, this time with two thick fingers sliding into my pussy without warning, stretching my walls.

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

He's just too damn good at making my body feel great. Lust, like, love. Three 'L' words and I think I have them all covered.

The words left her softer than she meant, but not weaker—if anything, it sharpened her, chin lifting even as her body leaned a fraction closer. “I want to taste the softest parts of your flesh. I want to sink my fangs into your pretty pink nipples. I want to lick you from head to toe, taste every inch of your desire. I want to die with my face buried between your luscious thighs and my tongue deep within your cunt.” As he spoke, his shadows answered each word.

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

We can either turn it ON or turn it Off. Lust on the other hand is lust is a purely sexual attraction but love is both passionate and compassionate. She lusts over his looks and it gets into her head, making her feel as if she's truly in love. If she had to be in love, then I don't think that she would have allowed Jeff to walk away from her presence with a straight face. Anna had always claimed that she was madly in love with Jeff, but she just lusted over him, and she also has a crush on him.

“To sate my wanderlust.” Her breath left her in a soft sigh through parted lips, the only outward sign of the violence of her inner reaction to his low, seductive words and the subtle emphasis on the word ‘lust’. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve in her body clamoring for something she didn’t even know but was implied—over and over—in the ferocity of his kisses, the hard lines of him pressed against her.

His erection was a hot iron rod, burning with lust and urgency as it filled her. Their bodies merged seamlessly, as if forged by destiny itself. The scent of their lust mingled with the aroma of the steamy shower, creating a potent aphrodisiac that fueled their passions further, until they lost themselves to the burning passion.