Stories Of Lust Novels & Stories

And there was never a shortage of news- you only had to know where to look. If there is one thing Lust is famous for, it’s being the cynosure of eyes at every point in time. Since the rules of the mortal realm prevent him from using his powers against humans, except for the protection of demon kin, he prefers to occupy apex positions. The seat of power allows him to exercise dominance without getting his hands dirty. They were in love, or so everyone thought.

I stroked myself slowly at first, eyes glued to her photo, imagining her in my bed—innocent eyes wide as I hovered over her, claiming her, punishing her, making her moan my name like it was a prayer. Each movement became more desperate. More intense. I was lost in her. Lost in the image of her on her knees, begging for forgiveness, her voice trembling but soft. And when I finally came, I whispered her name like a confession. “Lisa…” Breathing heavily, I slumped back, muscles twitching, heart pounding. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment. This wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just possession. I didn’t want her near another man because something in me couldn’t stand the idea of her giving any

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

Yet I had never felt more satisfied, more desired, more alive. Lucian cupped my face in his hands, his emerald eyes glowing with fresh power. My blood had deepened the color of his lips and brought a faint flush to his usually pale cheeks. “You taste even better than your application promised. Sweet, rich, and burning with lust.” Elias rose from his knees, his mouth also stained red. He grinned wickedly. “And we have only just begun, beautiful one. The night is long, and we are far from sated.”

Maria’s hips bucked wildly; she grabbed the edges of the table to anchor herself. “More,” he demanded. “Tell me the worst one. The one that makes you come hardest when you’re alone.” Tears of shame and pleasure streaked her cheeks. “I… I imagine you exorcising me. Tying me naked to the altar. Saying the Latin prayers while you fuck me with… with holy water dripping from your cock. While the other sisters hold me open. While you command the demon of lust out of me by flooding my womb with your cum. I come so hard thinking about it… thinking about being possessed by lust instead of cast out.”

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

His eyes locked on mine, dark with raw lust. “Look at me while I fill you up.” Sweat dripped down his chest as he fucked me relentlessly, his thumb pressing on my clit again. I came a second time, screaming, my nails digging into his arms. “Fuck, Lila,” he snarled, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside me, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock twitching with aftershocks. Later, after we cleaned up and he trusted me with the confidential merger files, sharing details no one else knew, we sat close on the couch reviewing them.