More Than Lust Novels & Stories

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

“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.

Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma. So what is this word called lust I pondered on in my aroused state of muse? What is this unusually intense state of unbridled sexual desire? As if answering my yearning thoughts a definition of lust started to evolve. Lust is an emotion or feeling of intense desire in the body. Well, I agreed with that. The intense desire was almost painful at times, especially in my groin area. That lust can take any form such as lust for sex, lust for a particular person or erotic circumstance, lust for food, lust for power.

"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."

My pussy spasmed to the sensation, fuck me because that marked the seventh cum of the day. My pussy burned as if flames licked every inch. Yet I hungered for more. It felt like wildfire raged through my veins as I shuddered. And yes, I didn’t ask for it before I sensed Leo and Liam aligning their cocks at my entrance. “You shouldn’t put two cocks innnnnn arghhhh fuvkkkkk!” My eyes rolled back as two thick cocks stretched me wide. "Shit, can you keep filming? I wanna jerk off. I can’t hold it anymore.” I heard Louis’s voice, but my body felt too drained to know who he was talking to.

She’d be accused of flapping if they’re playing in a professional basketball game. Nothing in the feeling of having his lips and tongue inside Rachel’s womanhood entry point was fake. It was real, or better off said, surreal. Hugh was tasting heaven in his mouth. When love and lust collide, the night sky opens wide and the stars appear twinkling in pretty choreography, like they were singing in a childishly angelic voice. First cut is the deepest and Rachel’s left eye emitted a droplet of tear as Hugh pumped himself in, sweating with eyes closed. He would have wanted Rachel to enjoy the moment. But what can a virgin do on the very second her virginity is torn away.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop