Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

My eyes met his lustful ones, "I don't like it, baby. I love it, but I would love it more if I peel this fucking dress off your body and fuck you with that choker on your neck and that heels you are wearing. You would be the perfect personification of Aphrodite." The scene came in my mind and it indeed looked hot and seductive, it would be a perfect description of a woman under the spell of lust. And the thought of him banging me hard made me suck my breath, almost making me feel as if it wasn't just because of his tight yet gentle hold on my waist. When our eyes met again, his black orbs were darker and I could see eros in them.

Roaming down past my belly button to my damp mound. With a hiss, I snap my eyes open to find the cause of this feeling. There he sat, I know he was Lust, by the way his eyes locked on mine even when everyone else's was dead set on Wrath and the growing tension between him and Mystery Man. His purple eyes glinted as he cocked his head to the side, eyeing me like a predator does his prey, like a greedy king to a mountain of gold. With curiosity and something hot. I look away, but the feeling didn't stray. The invisible fingers continued to play me like a strung guitar, slipping over my nipples, caressing my collarbone, and even playing with my hair. His energy was relentless and I had enough.

Raw, wide, burning. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be. They moved. No gentleness. Only force. In. Out. In. Out. Hell’s rhythm. “You’ll be nothing after this,” Lust said, breathless. “Nothing but our toy,” Wrath agreed, guttural. And I loved it. In the madness, I moved back—meeting them, chasing more. Begging without words. My hole stretched like it belonged. My cock was hard again. Close.

Relentless. The bed shook with every powerful thrust. Lila’s moans turned into screams of pleasure-pain as he destroyed her pussy. His claws dug into her hips, holding her in place while he railed her like a beast. “Take it, little witch,” he growled. “This cunt belongs to me now. I’m going to fill you with so much demon cum you’ll never be satisfied with mortal cock again.” Lila came violently, her walls clamping down around his massive shaft as she squirted around him. Azrael roared and buried himself deep, flooding her womb with thick, glowing cum that burned deliciously inside her.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

She saw a frame faced down and her curiosity got the best of her, she opened it and saw that it was a picture of Gavin and Adele on the beach, smiling like they did not give a care about the whole world and were simply just existing. Leila felt jealous. After returning the picture frame to how she met it, She snapped herself out of it and carried the files to her desk but she could not keep it out of her mind. Her mind was everywhere. How could he be smiling with another woman and still smile and compliment her at any chance. Maybe Frank was right and Gavin Hasters was a playboy but she did not want to quickly write him off as the rich boss that spends lavishly and woes girls for a living. G

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.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, a haunting image invaded the darkness behind her eyelids. In the void of her closed eyes, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed, she can never forget the look, he looked different, and he looked vicious. If there was any expression was reflecting in his eyes then it was LUST, only Lust. It’s been an hour; Aurora stood under the water, trying to wash away all the bad memories from mind, but every time she closed her eyes all she can see his lustful gaze roaming all around her naked body and nothing. Those eyes she can’t remove from her fucking brain as if it got written permanently inside her brain. The way his gaze roam around her naked body was something she didn’

But not gently. Just enough to rub my sensitive folds against each other. Enough to prepare me for what was coming next. Because I knew it wasn't nice, or slow, or gentle. It was hard, rough, cruel, excruciating, unending, scorching. I love every moment of it. My breath hitched the moment their eyes shifted. They weren't black anymore. They glowed. They radiated lust, hunger, filth, sin, sex. They were dreamy. Surreal. Indescribable.