Thirsty の小説・ストーリー

I began to worship them with my mouth, and she moaned. "I am ready, James. I want you to take me," She said between moans. She was wet as hell, and I was hard. I growled from frustration. I wanted it to be special, but I doubted I could wait any longer.

I hissed, my chest heaving with a mixture of rage and longing. His blood—sweet, spicy, and crackling with electric power—called to me like a siren’s song, wrapping around my senses and pulling me in. My stomach clenched painfully with hunger pangs—a deep, gnawing emptiness that made my throat feel like sandpaper, parched with an insatiable thirst. Maybe I should take a sip?

Ava blinked, staring at her like she was a weirdo. Which she was. Suddenly, Elvie felt very tired and very hungry—like the air was dense with misery and soaked with toxins. Every breath was lethal. She grabbed Gerald’s Bacardi and tossed it back in one gulp, then slammed it against the bar. “My headache is getting out of control. I’m going to the restroom to wash my face and pop some Advils. Be right back.”

He tenderly sucked it dry, his cold tongue wrapping around the wounded digit. Fuck. It was more than heaven. Better than anything he had tasted before. Better than her blood in a wine flute mixed with jasmine leaves. He wanted to suck on it more. Wanted to draw out as much blood as he can but he held back. He, despite his hunger-stricken state, fucking held back.

I confirmed. " Don't worry Mamma! We just dealt with them. But we can't leave without Braze. He is somewhere here. We need to get to him. But...." She adjusted her collar as if she was having difficulty breathing. " But I am so thirsty Mamma. It's like my organ are drying up. I need something... I need something to drink. " I saw the veins on her body slithering as she tried scratching it. I knew this thirst. I understood what she was craving. It was a bequest from her damned father. A curse running in her vein.

Blythe shuts her eyes tightly when she's starting to feel her head spinning fast again, the abnormal craving for something she hasn't even tasted before. The whole time that Zandro was carrying her, Blythe could feel a sense of peace reigning over her heart and her whole system. But she was also praying that they would be home quickly because she couldn't explain the sudden thirst in her throat like there was something that was urging her to alleviate it in one way or another.

The warmth soothes my throat like hot cocoa on a bitter winter night. "Okay, that's enough, Hazel." She tries to pull away, but I grip tighter. I am so damn thirsty. She's finally able to snatch her arm away. A primal growl bubbles up from my chest as I feel a rage course through me. My skin is itching and my vision is blurring. I can still feel the fire in my veins.

and veiny member. Oh my God! I gulped. I need water just thinking about it; it made me... it made me... thirsty.

Something real and hard. Something hungry.

"Ah, I'm at my unit. Meet me at Starbucks." "Yay! Call me when you get there, Labyu girl!" She hung up the phone after saying that. I gripped my waist. I exhaled deeply and looked up before closing my eyes firmly. I feel like a piece of me has been stolen, and I don't know how to reclaim it. I could feel my throat getting dry, so I opened my eyes and headed into the kitchen while scratching my head to fetch some cool water to relieve my thirst. I could hear the sound of drinking water from my throat. I drink more than ten glasses, yet it does not satisfy my thirst. I cleaned my lips with the back of my palm before slamming the glass against the counter sink. I can't believe it didn't help.