The Lust Novels & Stories

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.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

Then came the sharp *slap* of what sounded like a hand against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my already soaked folds and started rubbing in slow, desperate circles. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her — deep, hard, relentless. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.”

I believe that he can become like before. There is so much to do. I want to live like before, no fear, no pain and no worries. I don't know if i will be able to or not but i want to fall in love. I want to experience those things. I need a connection which is more than lust. Will i ever be able to have that?

Wings burst from his back with a sound like thunder cracking inside the earth. She should’ve run. Instead, Lustre stepped toward him, drawn by something that pulsed between them like wildfire in her belly. Jammy’s dragon eyes locked onto her, no longer amber, but molten gold split by black slits. “Lustre,” his voice rumbled through the chamber, low and seismic, a growl formed in a beast’s throat. “You said you wanted all of me.” She nodded, heat racing down her spine. “I want to feel you. Even like this.”

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

She’d be accused of flapping if they’re playing in a professional basketball game. Nothing in the feeling of having his lips and tongue inside Rachel’s womanhood entry point was fake. It was real, or better off said, surreal. Hugh was tasting heaven in his mouth. When love and lust collide, the night sky opens wide and the stars appear twinkling in pretty choreography, like they were singing in a childishly angelic voice. First cut is the deepest and Rachel’s left eye emitted a droplet of tear as Hugh pumped himself in, sweating with eyes closed. He would have wanted Rachel to enjoy the moment. But what can a virgin do on the very second her virginity is torn away.

Lust. It was enough to consume her. He wanted her. And__ did she want him too? This could surely not be happening! * *

Nodding contemplatively, Lark said, "He'd probably blow down the whole building or tear gas this place, taking you by surprise." Sensing the sarcasm in his words, Roman spanked him at the nape of his neck. "If you're that afraid of Ruthven, why don't you go and be with him?" Roman asked. "I'm not stupid." Lark rubbed the spot at the nape of his head where Roman had spanked earlier, "That hurts." "Hopefully." Roman jested. The door flew open and Lauren landed with a thud on her buttocks. A beautiful blonde with red lips and prepped up face stepped in, catwalking in Romans direction.