Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

'Greedy little slut. I arched into his touch, biting my lip to stifle a moan. 'Can't help it. You two ruined me for anything else.' It was true—my body hummed with need, craving the stretch of their cocks even as my muscles protested. But we couldn't linger; Mum was due back from her spa retreat that afternoon, and the last thing we needed was her walking in on this.

Draven thought in his head. “I don't know why I am craving weird things but I have never felt this way and I feel like if I don't satisfy this urge, I’d die,” she took her face to his own. “What do you crave?” he asked, he knew it would be weird but it can never be as weird as Apple and curry. He had never seen anyone eat that combination. “You are Alpha hence you are very strong and you can do anything so it won't be a big deal, right?” she asked and he nodded, moving closer. His head swelled when she called him Alpha.

I swallow dryly as his hand moves in a slow stroke up and down his cock. “Come and take it.” “I shouldn’t.” Even as I say it my bag slips from my shoulder and lands on the floor. Rhysand smiles. “Come and suck it.” “I really shouldn’t. I-I want to be done with you. With this.” My knees slowly start to bend to the floor, every inch of my body burning with heat and a twisted craving need for Rhysand I can’t seem to control. “I will never be done with you, Rain. I’m a man of my word.”

Roslyn's cry was lost in the sound of my heavy breathing, her body trembling beneath mine. My anger still raged, unchecked and primal, claiming her and marking her mine. Alexander's lips returned to Roslyn's neck, his teeth sinking deeper, leaving another mark. But this time, something stirred within him—a primal urge, a possessive spark.

He sucked on the sensitive skin, marking me, then moved lower. When his lips closed around my nipple, I cried out. He sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my pussy. “Ryan… please…” He chuckled against my skin. “Please what, pretty? Use your words like you did last night,I want you dirty and raw.” A smack landed on my breasts and immediately I let out a scream. “Fuucccck…..” I trembled, shaking vigorously as my pussy clenched. My nipples ached from the torture.

"How's your new website coming along?" "Who cares?" I was fighting now not to pant as my arousal ratcheted. Jack caught the frantic look on my face because right when I was about to scream out my orgasm, he leaned over and kissed me, capturing my cry with his lips. I must have nipped unintentionally because I tasted blood along with chocolate and champagne, and that made the climax even longer and harder.

“I love you… I need you.” I moved down to his lap, straddling him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him. I broke away, moving along his jaw, kissing my way to his chin. My mouth left hot, wet trails along his cool skin, and I felt his body respond, as his hands gripped me to him, and he moaned. I moved my mouth to his ear, whispering into it, as I could feel him harden. “Fuck me Rhayden. I don’t want you to make love. I can get love from Abe. I need feral, rough, crazy—make me scream.”

Harder, wild, and crazy! His cock filled Evans's hole and went deep down, his eyes were red from the tightness and the sensations, then he began moving slowly at first, but it seemed Evans despised this as he began moving himself. He held Nathan's shoulders as support then began moving, he moved up and down on Nathan's long and thick dick. The wetness helped make it easier as both couldn’t help but throw their heads back from the craziness. “Arrhhfg .., Gjhhsjrv…Fuck! I want more, more, yes!” Evans kept muttering words as the simulations were too much for him and the drug in his body wasn’t helping either.

I sipped coffee, hot, bitter, crunching toast, packed bag, water bottle, granola bar, José on my mind, his laughter, his worry, Friday's phone call, sixty minutes, comfort, my craving, undeniable, Victor's office, his dick, my cries, my guilt, surging, my desire, ablaze, wrong I strolled, apartment dark, windows glowing, city waking, my leggings constricting, tank soothing, my body restless, the pain entrenched, José's voice, deep, steady, my moan, incessant, my craving wild, Victor, José, my truth, changing. I glanced at my phone, no messages, my fingers scorched, no message to José, not yet, my heart soaring, the hike, 9:00 a.m., quad, my heartbeat slamming, my fire, my truth, alive.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of them, entwined in an intimate dance of passion that left her craving more. “Go deep, go deep, yes, yes, don’t stop,” Aria moaned breathlessly, her voice a melody of cries and gasps that filled the air around them. Each word was a plea laced with urgency, her body yearning for the delicious depths of connection that only he could provide. The rhythm of their bodies intertwined, creating a harmony of need and satisfaction that resonated deeply within her. She could feel every thrust, every movement igniting sparks of ecstasy that coursed through her veins, leaving her craving more.