Raw Cravings [ Crave Me Deeply] Novels & Stories

Crave, an absolute craving to please him made me moan with his dick in my mouth, and Adrian's hand wound around my hair to bring me closer to him. "More." He groaned breathlessly and I obeyed, speeding up my movements and putting both of my hands around the base. Wetness pooled between my legs, and the throbbing was screaming to be touched. A soft whimper escaped me when Adrian moaned again, even the closing of my legs didn't help the pressure building there. More precum leaked in my mouth and I greedily licked it up, giving his entire dick the same treatment. "More, dove. I want more." Adrian demanded, the words getting softer when I sucked harder.

“So close, baby. Take me harder. Please, give me everything you’ve got.” An untamed growl escapes my lips, my voice mashed with an insatiable, crude hunger. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, a barbarian mark of ownership, as we teeter on the edge of ecstasy. “You want it harder, baby? You want me to fuck you with every ounce of my being?” I groan, my voice dripping with raw desire. She awaits, on the ridge of her climax, craving the pleasure that only I can provide. “Yes!” she cries out, her voice filled with desperation. “Give it to me, harder, deeper!”

He purrs over the phone. “I… I miss your hands and lips on my body.” I state breathlessly. ‘Sex deprived.’ The voice in my head laughs at me. “Me too, cara mia. I miss the taste of your honey on the tip of my tongue as you come in my mouth. The feel of your pussy tightening around my cock, milking me as you come screaming my name. Gods, I have been craving you like a lethal drug for weeks. You are intoxicating. A thrill for my mind, my body, and ego.” He confesses as he lets out a low deep primitive growl.

“Moan for me, I want to hear you moan my name. Ethan mumbled. Your whine. Your moan. Your desire. Your craving. Your enthusiasm. Your passion. Your Lust. And the look in your eyes. They are meant for me. Mine only. “So baby girl, moan out louder for me”, he growls. I arched back my body. The sentiment was glistening. It was scorching every bone in me. It makes my knee weak. I can't feel it. I craved for this man. I want him. Not only that, but I want him to pleasure me beyond the realm.

I jus‍t did‌ n⁠ot know it before. Th‍e craving insi‍de me spreads deeper, festering⁠, consuming. It is not‌ ju⁠st her bod‌y I want.‌ It is everything, her voice and her thou‌ghts. The wa‌y she smiles when she‌ forgets to be careful. T⁠he way she cries when she thinks no one sees. I want all‌ of‌ it, even the parts‌ that⁠ will ru⁠in me.

hunger, need so raw it sends wild shivers racing down my spine. We're still standing in the rain. "I've never craved a woman this way..." His voice drops to something low and rough that goes straight through me. His thumb traces my jaw slowly. "Laia... I want you in the most unhealthy way." His forehead drops to mine, grey eyes holding me completely still. "I want to explore every inch of your body... make you come until you forget your own name... and then I want to hear your screams." His grip tightens just slightly. "Feel that sweet pussy pulsing around my cock when I sink my teeth into your neck."

Craved the knowledge it promised. "Today's lesson," Silas murmured, his voice dropping to an intimate register meant only for her, "is about awareness. The subtle architecture of desire. Not just your own, but the intricate latticework of energy you can perceive... and influence." He lifted a hand, not towards her, but palm-up, fingers slightly curled. Between them, the air shimmered. Not heat haze, but a coalescence of tangible shadow and soft, deep crimson light. It pulsed like a living heart. "This," he said, his eyes locked on hers, "is Craving. Pure, unfiltered potential. Feel it, Lyra. Don't think. Feel."

“Make a decision. Don’t screw around with me.” She blinked, suddenly looking a little pale beneath the rosy color in her cheeks. “A decision?” “Do you want me?” “I shouldn’t.” The pink tip of her tongue swept over her lower lip, and she took a quick breath, as if gathering her courage. “But I do. It’s…crazy.” “What? Us?” “The craving,” she whispered. “I feel like I’ve been drugged again. What the hell are you doing to me, Razl?”

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

"You're at your desk, in your night clothes. Your face is flushed up as you're speaking to me and your body is tingling with desire and struggling to keep your breathing under control. You are craving me, craving that you woke up with my cock buried deep inside you and my hands around your neck, thrusting into you slowly–” Fuck! I was soaking wet. I wanted to end the call but I was frozen. "–I know that you are thinking about me and you're soaking wet. I know that you aren't in any underwear and your juices are dripping down your legs and soaking your seat. You want to touch yourself but you are scared to give in to your desires about me. You are just dying to moan my name and tell me how go