Temporary Mates Permanent Cravings Novels & Stories

Craving her. Not when they agreed to just have sex with each other, for their own benefit. Not when he does not plan to ever take a mate, or have children. So, what are all these about? These need, these cravings, to be with her all the time in any way and every way? He took a deep breath, his eyes closed. It's just sex, he said inwardly. Lust. No matter how intense and obsessive these feelings are, they are just lust and they will go away with time. His lust will be satiated when he has gotten his fill of her sexually, and the feelings will depreciate too.

I lowered my mouth to the ridge of muscle connecting his neck and shoulder and bit. "Ari." It was a growl more than a shout. His taut body quivered as he flexed his hips up, ramming his cock deep into my cunt. Just as I fell into the vortex myself, I felt him swell then felt his body shake with the force of his climax. I sucked a mouthful of his rich, hot blood and came. My pussy gripped his, prolonging Jack's orgasm, which in turn prolonged my own. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity, trembling in each other's arms. I licked the tiny wound on his neck - my saliva does have a small healing agent in it - and the dots disappeared. Sad, really. I'd have liked to be able to mark him as

She had no idea how much he craved for her. But he promised himself to make it special for her. He couldn't just have her like he had every other random woman he had gotten laid. She was his mate and should be different. It was a hard decision but he could do it. He would only be intimate with his mate after he was fully mated to her in all areas. And worst, he wanted her to be dying just by craving for him. He wanted her to want it so bad. To make her thirst and hunger for him. He wanted to starve her first, then give it to her in an overdose that she would be crying for him to stop when it was what she wanted all along.​

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

"Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days." He didn't speak right away. I waited. Braced myself for judgment. But then he said, "Do you see this man in real life?" "Yes." "Does he know what he does to you?" "No," I said quickly. "And he can't. It would ruin everything." I heard the faint rustle of movement on his side. A breath. "Do you want the dreams to stop?" The question surprised me. "I... I don't know. Part of me does. But the rest..." I swallowed. "I think I crave them now. I crave him."

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.

The flites have been pulled from the end of the arrow, as if to hide their ownership. I lift my hand, moving a strand of the woman’s scorched hair to the side and frown, dropping it back into place. “Fuck. Well, that is going to piss Absinthe off.” Both vampires who are pinned to the wall, are Mated. Not only do they carry the small tattoo behind their ear, but they carry the scars of mutual feeding. The ability to be attached to another, in both mind and body. It takes hundreds of years for a vampire to come of age to mate another.

“No one in recorded history has ever rejected a blood-bond before.” He gave me a long, pointed stare that screamed: See? You are an absolute idiot. I huffed. “I am sure it has happened. It just was not documented.” “Right. Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly. “But mark my words, these cravings will only get worse the longer you refuse to seal it. Eventually, it will become unbearable.” I bit the inside of my cheek. He did not know the hunger was already getting worse.

She looked down on her hands resting on her thighs, her fingers itched to move upper, craving the heat and touch that only he could provide. What was she going to do now? She really needed something. Something huge. And hard. And entirely Johnny. Her cravings weren’t just mere desire. They were deeply rooted in obsession. The memory of him had rooted itself in her mind and body, and she didn’t have the strength to fight it. Her fingers pressed together, the warmth between her thighs was a constant reminder of the emptiness she felt without him. She knew it wasn’t healthy, this yearning, this hunger that consumed her every thought. And yet, the fire wouldn’t die.