The Book Of Longings: A Novel Novels & Stories

Liora waited three nights before opening the book again. Her body still ached sweetly from Draven, but she was curious. She wanted something different this time someone intense, teasing, and a little dangerous in a new way. She opened the glowing book and whispered, “I want someone seductive and playful… but still very dominant. Someone who can tease me until I beg and then fuck me senseless.” The book glowed purple this time. Soft shadows moved across the floor, and a tall figure appeared from the darkness between two tall shelves.

I moaned and opened my thighs wider. “Let me feel you,” I begged. The energy thickened. It pushed inside my pussy like a cock made of pure heat. Not hard like a man, but pulsing, alive, knowing exactly how to rub every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck… yes…” I rocked my hips against nothing, taking the invisible force deeper. You will never be shy again, the book promised. You will carry my hunger into the world. Every person you touch will feed us both. Pleasure built fast. I felt the book’s ancient lust mixing with mine. Its centuries of stored ecstasy flooded my mind. I came violently, screaming as my pussy clenched around the energy cock.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I imagine a man who doesn’t ask and just takes. Fills me until I can’t walk straight the next day.” His eyes darkened. We talked for hours after that, circling each other with words that felt like foreplay. I asked about his business, his past, the women who vanished from his life. He answered just enough to keep me hooked, voice low and calm while his gaze stripped me bare. Every time I shifted in my chair my soaked panties rubbed against my clit and I had to fight not to grind down on it. Strange things kept nagging at me. The way the light in the room seemed to be around him. How the clock on the wall skipped minutes when I looked away.

Jamie eventually fell asleep curled beside him, worn out from crying. Daniel sat alone in the dark, his thoughts loud and endless. He had loved Lena. Or maybe he had loved the idea of her—the woman who had seemed like a second chance. But it had all been built on lies. And now everything was shattered. He closed his eyes and let out a long, shaking breath.

I restrained myself with difficulty, hoping never to let out any curse, but it was difficult. "Severin..." I pleaded. I needed something more. Bigger. Firmer. Stronger. Longer. But I knew not to show that side of me before Severin. He was a gentleman. Someone who believed me to be classic and reserved. He wouldn't like a wild woman. I bit my lower lip so hard I seemed to taste blood, but the hunger only intensified. "Hubby..." My tone came out pleadingly, but I wasn't able to complete my words as something thick and long invaded my pussy, and my eyes went wild!

Doris swallowed hard and looked away. Those two were the exact nights when she was reading the first and second books of Fanny Firth’s Forbidden Escapades. She hadn’t realized that drowning herself into those racy yarns would make her lose sense of her surroundings. There was no point denying that now, she was a lousy liar anyway. “I... well, yes... I will admit to that, Jess.” She took a deep breath and looked the younger woman in the eye. “Lately I’ve been having these strange longings, these sinful needs that I never had before.”

The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break. And then— Daniel’s lips hovered at her throat, so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And in that fragile, breathless moment, everything inside her leaned toward him—her body, her pulse, and her hunger—knowing full well that once desire becomes action, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

She just kept squeaking in my ear and enjoying her life. I slowly started moving again. It wasn't that I didn't give her that happiness, but it had taken Mace and Evangeline almost two years to get together at all. That was about a year ago. That wasn't a long time for a relationship. But the really questionable thing was the two themselves. It was like a mountain and valley ride. Either they made idolatry or they fought to the death. Eve had already appeared on my doorstep weeping in the middle of the night more than once to complain about her misery, only to be back on cloud nine with Mace the next day.