Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

" 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

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.

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

I could be socially awkward, even with people I knew well, how much more a guy I liked? At least here, there were people and cars going up and down the road so if at any part of the meeting I had a loss for words I could look out and act distracted. I opened my camera to check that my lipstick was still perfectly shaped on my lips. My black box braids with white wool plaited into a few of the braids was still brand new and popping. My fake nosering that I got from Shein because my mom wouldn’t actually let me pierce sat stylishy around the alar of my nose. I ended up taking selfies cause I was so impressed with how beautiful I looked.

Eleanor pov Lust. What was the definition of lust? Lust was an intense, consuming hunger. An uncontrollable craving. A longing that stripped away reason and left only burning desire. Lust was… Alexander Blackthorn. “Have you heard about the Alpha’s brother? I heard that—” The whispers always began like that. People murmured that not only was Alexander cruel, but he was insatiable. That different women warmed his bed every night. That he was a womanizer who took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

his voice dripping with lust oh boyyyyy

“Don’t embarrass yourself. You don’t fool me. Mother kept sending me her wedding pictures while I was inside. You think I didn’t see what she looks like? Hot body, angelic face… You think I would let you keep someone like that?” The words punched something inside me. Hard. I felt something ugly twist in my stomach because the way he talked about her wasn’t admiration. It was obsession. It wasn’t love. It was ownership. A sick kind of possession. Nathaniel stepped closer like he was testing how far he could push. “Her picture was the only thing I looked at every day. Every single day to survive that God damn hole in fucking cold chains.” His eyes dropped for a second like he was remembering s

This made me feel a bit self-conscious. The low back, adorned with intricate beadings that made a delicate pattern, showed off the curve of my spine. The daring neckline framed the swell of my chest with a provocative elegance. The fabric, a rich midnight black with a subtle sheen, seemed to suck in the light, creating a glow that sparkled with each move. Surveying other outfits with a detached air, Jayden turned to face me. The reaction was instant. His steely gaze burned with an intensity that betrayed a hunger. As his look swept over me, the glint in his eyes showed a fiery appreciation that bordered on animalistic desire.

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me so we wouldn't fall. His kisses went down to my neck. I look up to catch my breath. He touched his lips to my neck as only moans came out of my mouth. We started because of lust. We all know that I'm not his first love. But I am the present and I intend to be his last. His last love. If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think I know what it is. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.