Novel & Cerita The Dark Urge

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV

But I know that to cross that threshold would be to betray everything I hold dear. With a heavy sigh, I withdraw, the weight of my decision settling like a stone in the pit of my stomach. I cannot have her, no matter how much I may want her. And so, I lie there in the darkness, consumed by a longing that can never be fulfilled. The night wears on, the minutes stretching into hours as I wrestle with my desires. And as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, I know that I have survived another night in the grip of temptation. But how long can I resist before I am consumed by the flames of my own desire?

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

"I love you more," He was damned grateful. Still, if she continued to writhe against him, he wouldn’t have the wherewithal to stop himself from taking her roughly, but she was carrying his pup. Her scent was making him crazy. Dark had never bedded a woman before, not this mate of him. He always stayed inside Rufus and felt their mate through him. Rufus was afraid he could hurt her, but he couldn’t deny their mate when she requested to see him.

I couldn’t tell if it was from dread or excitement. “I’m fed up with fighting to lift this fog, this crashing weight pulling me back. So yes, I want to see it. I want you to sit on my lap as I fuck you now.” His eyes turned back from the road to look at me, then down to my bare pussy beneath my leather skirt. I watched as he sucked his teeth, his nostrils flaring as if he could already smell it - taste it. “I know wolves who are mated have a need, but this is nothing compared to fighting off the black magic. I either need to use my powers to release the darkness into this world. Curse packs, human sacrifices to quench the need to spill blood. Or I need you. A different kind of lust.” His fin

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

My voice trembled, emotions swirling — that inexplicable awakening, a pull toward the darkness. I pulled away, but the damage was done. Something stirred inside, forbidden and intense, complicating everything. My body betrayed me, a flush of heat spreading, my breath quickening, not just fear, but a twisted intrigue, a hunger I didn't recognize. What–What was this? It's like a dormant fire igniting, leaving me questioning my own desires in the face of his darkness. “Because, darling...” His hand raised my chin, his gaze penetrating through my soul. “It awakens innocent things it shouldn't.”

I nipped his earlobe, hard enough to draw blood and licked it clean. “My darkness doesn’t kneel, saint,” I breathed. “It conquers. It devours. It leaves gods begging on their knees with my name on their lips and my knife in their hearts.” His free hand slid up my thigh, under the shirt, claws dragging fire across skin, stopping just short of where I was already soaked and aching. “And yours?” I asked, rocking against his cock again, slow, and deliberate. “Quiet boy with the pretty prayers, bet your darkness whispers filth while it cuts. Bet it wants to fuck me on this table next to the corpse, knot me raw while I scream your name like a prayer and a curse.”

It had been the darkness all along, waiting for a mind that could feel it, understand it, yet resist it. Samkelo woke with a start, chest tight, hands pressed to his small body. Sweat cooled on his skin. He wanted to run, but he could not. He wanted to hide, but his legs were frozen. Above all, he wanted to reach back, to test it. And that was when he understood the terrible, intoxicating truth: the darkness responded not to commands, but to desire. The next morning, Mafungashe observed Samkelo over breakfast, noticing how pale he looked.

I rode him even harder, watching myself in the glass until another orgasm ripped through me, my pussy gushing around his cock as I cried out. A filthy new urge suddenly took hold of me — something dark and taboo I had never realized I craved. I climbed off his cock and crawled between his muscular thighs. I pushed his legs apart wider, then leaned down and pressed my face to his heavy, cum-coated balls. I licked and sucked them eagerly, taking each one into my warm mouth, rolling them on my tongue while my hand stroked his slick cock with long, firm strokes. Then I went even lower.