My Soul Thirsts For You Novels & Stories

Sweat beaded on her forehead. This is torture, she thought. Exquisite, maddening torture. "Look at me," Jake ordered. Sophia's eyes snapped open, locking onto his intense gaze. The hunger she saw there made her ache with need. "Please," she whispered again. Jake's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Soon," he promised. "But not yet." Sophia's entire body trembled, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The pulsing egg inside her was driving her mad with need.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

I whimper, sounding so faint. The desire is devouring me. I can't even maintain a steady breathing, and my nipples are almost tearing my bra with their hardness. My pant is all soaking wet, and my thighs are tightly clenched together to soothe the savage throbs of my pot of honey. I'm suffocating in lust and I can't suppress this craving anymore. They need to be tended to. This thirst that's cracking my throat needs to be assuaged. "Well? Stop ogling me and just... Please?" I murmur.

JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU DO TO ME, LOOK AT HOW HARD I AM FOR YOU BEING WITHOUT YOU FEELS LIKE DEATH TO ME, AFTER LAST NIGHT YOU'RE STILL SO TIGHT DAMN MY SWEET I WANT MORE OF YOU GIVE ME ALL OF YOU THALIA I STARTED TO SOB🥺🥺 I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM

Give me Your veil, as I keep on burning in the sun. There's some rainfall (monsoon) in You, for which I am thirsty... Come and quench my thirst, I have desired only about You, and You have to become mine one day... I can hear the sound of Your movements inside my heart all the time... If I attain you, then I'll feel peaceful, Even after being united with me, You are still separate... Even after meeting me, You still seem upset, Come into my arms... Even after being united with me, You are still separate...

Both of them were chasing the feeling only the other person could give. Fuck the guy who’d gotten her phone number. Fuck him and all the other men in Scotland. “I need to quit you,” she mumbled to herself. I need to own you. He thought to himself, All of you! Her body convulsed under him, cresting and tipping deeper into oblivion with every plunge, and he couldn’t help it; he had to do it. He bit the back of her neck like an animal—a savage, a delinquent—and plastered a palm over her throat, bringing her up so they were both standing on their knees as he shot his load inside her. She let out a scream that echoed inside his mostly empty bedroom as they both climaxed.

Yet tonight, I could feel the stirring of something deep within him a spark waiting to ignite. I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the cold stone, and raised my voice in the quiet of the night. My song began softly, a haunting melody that wove through the wind, curling around Kael, threading through his chest, seeking the part of him that was still mine. It was a song of longing, of pain, of memories etched into the very marrow of our souls.

🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul🎶 🎶I know that you are something special To you, I'd be always faithful I want to be what you always needed Then I hope you'll see the heart in me🎶 🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul You're the one I want to chase You're the one I want to hold I won't let another minute go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul Your beautiful soul, yeah🎶 -- FREY