Sinful Desires. Novels & Stories

"I need... I need to come. Please make me come." "Not good enough," Elden hissed, his thumb sliding into my mouth, forcing me to suck on it. "Be specific. Admit how dirty you want it. Tell me you want your husband's brothers to ruin you." "I want it dirty," I sobbed, the words tasting like copper and sin. "I want your fingers inside me... I want to be used until I can't think of his name anymore. Please, Elden. Use me." He smirked, a cruel, beautiful expression. He guided me back to the couch and knelt between my legs.

It was also a genuine question, asked in a genuine way, and Aren had spent enough time across this table from Lyric to know the difference. “Desire is want with weight,” Aren said slowly. “It’s not just moving toward something. It’s the feeling of being pulled. The awareness of distance between where you are and where you want to be, and the way that distance sits in your body.” “Sits in your body,” Lyric repeated. “In your chest. Your hands. The back of your throat. It’s physical even when it’s not about something physical.” Lyric was very still. “I feel something like that,” they said. “I wasn’t sure what to call it.”

His libido was raging like hell. "Make me feel like a woman." Rye couldn't think straight any more. Unadulterated desire trammeled inside his brain. Passion traveled down his spine like ribbons of flame. "Gillian, Gillian... You are woman for me. You are my woman!" Rye rolled them on the bed.

He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it. “Ugh, why are all the things on this list all childish?” Draven asked after a while of going through and Xalia turned to him with a confused expression. “Huh? How?” “What the fuck is go hiking, driving a roller coaster, watching Barbie Premiere and many other dumb things here.” “There are not dumb, there are the things I want.” “I wasn't expecting… “ “But you said I should make a list of things I wanted.” “Don't cut me off.” Draven said and she apologized immediately.

“He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep Matthew was snoring beside me, dead to the world after our pathetic excuse for sex—if you could even call two minutes of him grunting on top of me “sex.” He’d rolled over, muttered “goodnight,” and passed out before I could even pretend I’d enjoyed it. I la

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

The words exited my mouth, repeating themselves in a monotonous way that makes him gloat in enjoyment as he slides into me a second time, taking me from behind. I have just betrayed myself and given in to the beast. And as deep and dark my sin is, the physical pleasure I have from him is enough to make me complete. I was truly his.

They tell that man and desire are one unity because in fact that desire is always in man. It could be wealth, power, respect from others, office, anything. That desire depends so much on the person, but no matter how much they have, they will never be satisfied because people are greedy. But you always say that in this life I must not be greedy, to be grateful for what I have because greed is sin. I try, I try not to be greedy. But recently, I’ve become more greedy, indeed though I know I shouldn’t be.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,