Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

With a warm smile, she reassures me, "Regardless of what happens, my dear, you will always have a place to call home right here with me. And don't you worry, we'll make it a point to visit you every weekend or whenever you need us. So, let's take a moment to unwind and enjoy a delicious meal together before you head off. “There is something sweet, I hope. I'm craving raw meat and sweets again, and no, I don't need to shift this time.” I say laughing. Grandma's gaze holds a sense of understanding, leaving me perplexed as I struggle to comprehend this sudden desire for raw meat and sweets. The confusion deepens as I realize that I woke up with this inexplicable craving, accompanied by an overw

Chapter 3 “That’s barely scratching the itch, you idiots, more, I need more, your cocks aren’t enough alone, force both in my pussy, stretch it wider, fill me completely,” I snarled, the craving turning me feral, voice rough with demand, their faces paling with terror even as their cocks twitched back to life.

My squads crowd the bathroom. While a few are on their phones, I and the others are touching up our makeup. "Our cheering video has already garnered 5 million views on I*******m," Sookie jumps excitedly. "Let me see." I close the lid on my red lipstick right after kissing myself in the mirror. Sookie hands me her phone, and I look at it. "2 million in 1 hour is poor," I say disappointingly, giving her phone back. "Well, it's still good, though." Sookie is content with the video's performance.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

~Rael~ “You're playing with fire, little lamb,” I muttered through clenched teeth, feeling my fangs that had started to elongate. This woman was playing with a furnace she couldn't quench, yet she hadn't realized it just yet. “Touch me, please,” she begged, making me swallow hard. My eyes darkened, and with one snap, I ripped her dress open. “Ah, you tore the dress!” She snapped awake, her voice filled with disbelief. She wouldn't understand how much I wanted her. How much she was making my cock throb in my pants. How much I wanted to be buried deep inside her.

"I want to kneel between your legs, taste every drop of you… your juices coating my tongue… feel your hands in my hair, dragging me closer… pushing me down, forcing me to swallow you… until I’m soaked and drunk from your juices." Her fingers fisted in my chest, nails biting, and she breathed, "Isn’t that… wrong? Isn’t it… disgusting? It's an abomination for an alpha." "It is," I admitted, a low chuckle vibrating from my chest. "And I don’t give a damn. You’ve driven me insane, Talia. I’d do anything. Kneel, suck, lick… even start at your toes if you told me to. I’d drink it all, taste it all, fuck every inch of you."

The reward was so intense as Silas' thrusts got faster and rougher while Jamie grabbed the tree like it was the key to making this moment last forever. “Oh shit.. I'm close” Jamie moaned breathlessly, his eyes turned teary from the immense pleasure. He didn't want it to stop, this moment should not fucking stop. He has been fucked severally but the feeling Silas gave him, the height of ecstasy that he takes him, was something no else has ever given him. Right from the first time, he just couldn't stop himself from craving him, despite knowing who he is. “Uh Fuck!” “Ahhmmm”

“Please, Dante- harder- don’t stop- I need you!” He groaned, raw and possessive, and gave me exactly what I begged for. His pace turned feral, hips slamming into me so deep I felt him in my soul. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Scream it again. Tell me who you belong to while I fill you up.” “You-only you- Dante, please!” The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. My vision whited out. My body convulsed.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?