Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

“You may sleep better…” Hmm, he seems vast. I’m surprised that this conversation is making me hungry… “I feel like eating kiwi with crackers,” I announce. Hunter opens his mouth and closes it again. “Don't tell me you're having cravings—” he picks up his cellphone and turns on the display— “at four o'clock in the morning!” “Please.” I push out my bottom lip. “No, no, no. No way.” He snorts. “Hunter,” I beg, thinning my voice.

“This pussy is mine. So fucking wet for me again.” Her moans were addictive — breathy, desperate, beautiful. “Daddy… oh my god, you’re so deep. Don’t stop fucking me…”

I felt every inch, every vein, until he bottomed out, balls-deep, groaning like he was in pain from how tight I was. My walls fluttered desperately around him. I was so full I could barely breathe. He pulled back an inch, then slammed in again harder. The island creaked. My tits bounced with every thrust. I clawed at his back, nails digging into muscle, begging him to ruin me. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there while he fucked me deep and raw. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled. “My cock splitting your tight little cunt open?”

“He wants to be bred.” I let out a broken, high-pitched moan. My cock jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of cum out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and cum. And still… I craved it. I whispered, “Don’t stop…” Lust laughed, cold and cruel. “Did you hear that?” “Begging for more after two loads,” Wrath growled. “You’re ruined.”

A path that doesn't rely on gods, but on yourself. I stared at him, exhaustion heavy in my voice as I said, "I don't want to save anyone anymore. I just want to understand why I'm alive." Kyle nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Then start by feeling your own emptiness. When you can find new strength in that void, you won't need anyone's approval again." I clenched my fists, and cold air slipped through my fingers, carrying a strange, vital energy. I had lived for the titles of spiritual healer and Luna. But from this moment on, I would live for myself.

Was I to begin an endless confession of my feelings? Ella, I don’t just like you, I crave you every single day, you’re like a missing entity that completes my being and whatever I feel for you is way more deeper than the understanding of itself. I want you, to own you, claim you. At first it was just an attraction that turned to a distraction, until you became my obsession and now your entirety leaves me in the thoughts of possession. I’m possessed by what I feel for you.

Will raw, primal need. “You're so despicable,” I moan. “Beg me. Tell me just how you want me to fuck you.” “Please,” I grunt along to one of his slow thrusts. “Please fuck me. I want it hard. I want it fast. Fuck me without stopping.” I grip the edge of his desk, bracing myself for what's about to be my most enjoyable orgasm yet. “Please.”

Her hands obeyed before her mind caught up, peeling her blouse open, unzipping her skirt, until she stood in lace and trembling skin. Dominic circled her slowly, a predator savoring his prey. He trailed a finger down her spine, making her arch despite herself. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Ashamed of what? That you need me? That you crave me even when you tell yourself it’s wrong?” She bit her lip, trembling harder. “Say it,” he demanded, coming to stand before her again. “Say you crave me.” Her voice cracked. “I crave you.” “Louder.”

The emptiness. “Then there’s fucking,” he goes on, his voice turning lower, rougher, the words shaping themselves with heat. “That’s when you want someone so badly it makes you reckless. You lose yourself. You let yourself have what you crave. You do the things you can’t ask for in daylight, the things you hide from everyone else, because for a little while, nothing else matters but the way you can make each other feel. It’s wild. It’s raw. You don’t care about rules or what’s right. You just want. You just take.”

"Your sick baby. No work tomorrow for you" I scowl "I'm not sick" The grin on Jacob's varnish, replaced by a look of primal lust. "You will be, when I'm through with you" Gulp.