Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

The mist parted for just a moment, and golden eyes locked onto hers, bright, burning, unearthly. A low, deep rumble of a growl vibrated through the air, but it wasn’t a threat. It was a call. Alyssa reached out without thinking, her hand trembling in the cool night air. The creature, no, the presence, stepped closer. And just before her fingers could touch the shimmering outline of fur and muscle, she heard it, soft, a whisper only her soul could hear: "Mine." She gasped awake, clutching her sheets, her heart hammering against her ribs like it wanted to break free.

"I'm yours, Jack. I belong to my son and only my son. Fuck me. Fuck your Mama. Take me any way you want any time you want. Bend me over the table or fuck me in the garden! Fuck me in the car and let me feel your hands on me in church. Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I'd never heard Mama say such vulgar things and it made me wild. I was positively slamming into her now, and she wasn't complaining. She cried out with each stroke, and I felt her pull me down over her, her arms wrapped around my back. I felt her nails, short though they might have been, dig into my back and drag bloody lines across them. We were animals, mating, possessed by spirits of desire. This was love, but it was also r

Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

Yara said, "see, your cravings don't have to be disgusting." Damien walked in our suite and said, "How's my beautiful mate?" I said, "Having it out with her wolf, at the moment." He chuckled and said, "I heard. She told Zolten that I should come and rescue you from yourself." I laughed and said, "I'm having one of my weird cravings again and she refuses to let it stay down, when I try to eat it." He said, "Do I want to know what this craving is?" I cringed and said, "pickles and peanut butter." He shuttered and said, "I don't blame her." I said, "I told her the pups must be needing salt and protein, so she told me to eat some jerky. I did and that helped." He said, "Much better idea."

It was a future filled with hope and the promise of a family united. But then sudden wave of craving washed over Francine, leaving her in a state of desperation. She clutched her stomach, her brows furrowed, and tears welled up in her eyes. The strange and disgusting craving consumed her, rendering her helpless. "Azure," Francine whimpered, her voice tinged with desperation. "I... I need... I need pickles dipped in hot fudge sauce. Please, Azure, I can't bear this craving any longer. I'm begging you."

Another thing I hate is the cravings that come, for one I really don't like chocolate, the bars but I don't mind cakes and milkshakes and stuff like that but here I am crying in front of the fridge for it. My phone rings on the counter and I turn to look at it, I answer it sniffing out a hello. "Hello?" "Rina are you okay?" Just hearing his voice makes me cry much more than I was, fucking hormones. "K." "Baby, what's wrong?" I sob into the phone, he called me 'baby'. This is pathetic, damn you mother nature! "I want chocolate and I don't have any." "If it's chocolate you want I'll bring some over right now okay?"

I wanted more, No I craved for more, way much more. I subconsciously clutched a handful of his clothes and tugged at it. I wanted him, I need him to be closer, no, not just closer, I needed to feel his naked skin pressed directly against mine. I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself. Rurac...what exactly have you done to me?

“My wolf wants raw meat. My body wants you. Right now you’re the only thing on the menu that’s going to satisfy either craving.” He surges up, claiming my mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and desperation. There is no gentle morning tenderness; his tongue plunges deep into mine, tasting the faint iron taste of raw venison still lingering on my lips. I moan into him, grinding down harder, feeling every vein, every ridge of him through the thin fabric.

I begged again as my desires are walking on thin ice. "Tell me what you crave. And I promise to give you whatever you want." He said licking on my boobs and twitching the other between his finger. "I want you to fuck me, hard. I want to feel you deep inside me." I said looking straight into his with my quivering confidence. If it's me being bold and going to give myself what I crave then be it. "Are you ...." I know what is he going to ask me. So before he can complete I put my finger on his lips and begged "please. "

GRACIE "What if that isn't what I want and all I've ever wanted was your all of you, for you to need me as just as badly as I need you, for me not to have to force you to stay with me, that I deeply crave the most is your love, will you give that to me then? ....we'll both get what we want , will you still help me then? " I stiffened a bit at the dark burning look in his gaze.