The Lust Novels & Stories

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

It was Danielle’s turn to gape at him. “What rubbish! Love and lust are totally different feelings! If you love someone, you will lust after her too, but not the other way around. If you lust after someone, you don’t need to be in love with her. Lust is momentary, just a physical need, but love is eternal. It comes straight from one’s heart and soul. Love is an elemental need!” Knox sat in silence, listening to her, watching the sparkle in her eyes, the radiance on her face. It was almost as if she had experienced it in her life.

I'm not yours. I pant, pushing my back to feel him, but he doesn't allow it. "Then why do you want me to fuck you so badly right now?" I barely notice him move at all. Not until he's just suddenly there, pressing the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy, spreading my folds apart as he teases me. Torments me. "There's a difference between love and lust. " I breathe, letting out a small cry when he keeps up his slow, tortuous action. Just moving his length up and down my soaking folds, making me drench more and cream the crown of his length.

Need of his tongue somewhere between her thighs. Her legs were spread out before him and she felt a duvet of shyness crawling on her as the man's eyes met with hers. His gray eyes had darkened with lust and she couldn't help but succumb to it. She wanted him to release her from this tension as it was becoming painful with each passing second.

Leone say persuading. "Is Amos the controller of Kyla's life? Like someone who can tell her what to do. " Charlotte say beginning to get eager to fight words with words with Leone. "And do you also want her---" "Shut it." Charlotte cut in sharply." If you had really tried your best in all, this wouldn't be happening. We wouldn't be talking about fleeing and hiding. " She stated rushing her words." And where do you think they can hide or flee to, with a little amount of money? Where do you think the Lopez can't search for them to get found? " She say as she cussed at him." Who knows if all your credentials and all are just fake printed. " She added making Leone glare at her.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

Lust is sad to be passionate, strong desire characterized mostly by some sexual craving. Now, one may argue that this shows agreed, while others defend themselves by saying that it is purely a feeling of yearning that we all go through at some point in our lives. The second explanation will lead to people believing that this feeling is normal and not something to be ashamed of. However, the first explanation may direct people to think that what they are feeling is an abomination, especially from a religious stand point.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 2** Lila woke up the next morning feeling like she had been fucked by a hurricane. Her body ached in ways she had never imagined. Her pussy and ass were swollen and tender, still leaking faint traces of glowing demon cum that tingled warmly inside her. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and claw scratches. Her throat felt raw from screaming and choking on Azrael’s monstrous cock.

Beyond the storm in his eyes, I saw it—lust. Lust for me. I was the center of his mad game. His prize. The one he wanted to conquer. “Oh, fuck. Not only are you dependent on me,” he growled, “you’re just one lust-struck motherfucker.” No. No. No. He felt it. His hips rolled, his hardness brushing mine, sealing his words as fact. Maybe he should just squeeze harder and finish me off. Send me to the Lord—or the devil. His laugh was low, dark, vibrating through the chest crushing mine.