Thirsty Mga Nobela at Kwento

He twisted around to pour himself another glass of water, before he faced her again. He was feeling rather parched and it seemed that the thirst just was not the kind that could be satisfied by water. He looked at her with predatory eyes. He was afraid that he was not going to hold himself accountable for anything that he was going to do to her. ***

Throes of Love 2 “Where are you taking me?” Isobel asked for the umpteenth time in anger. Angelo was ignoring her and there was nothing she hated more than being ignored. It irked her to no end. All she wanted was to let her brothers know she was safe and sound right now.

One sip for the burning sensation in her throat. "Sitting alone, beautiful?"

It came out weaker than she intended, undermined by the physical reality of what was happening inside her body. The hunger was growing. It was becoming an active force inside her, a presence almost as tangible as another person sharing her skin. It was a deep, aching thirst that made her throat burn with a dryness that no amount of water could cure. She'd tried that already, had drunk from the fountain in the corner of the chamber, had let the cold water flow down her throat in the hopes that it would ease the burning. It had only made things worse. Now every cell in her body was screaming for something she didn't want to name. Something warm and red and alive. Something that called to her o

Moriah swallowed so she could moisten her parched throat, she felt as if her throat was dry as a bone. Moriah stood up from the couch and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked when she held the door handle. She turned to look at him and said stammering. "I - I'm thirsty." She looked away as she felt hot and her face was red as a tomato. She couldn't stand being alone with him. Ethan pressed the intercom, "Bring water up here." Moriah heard a female voice say, "Yes, sir."

The bitter taste of the liquid drink strips in my throat and I just suddenly wanted to just have a glass of water but I think there isn’t any in this place. Well then, let’s get wasted. :)

I just can't take more pain, I just don't want to hurt anymore. ************************************** I come alive with cold sweat, chilly air electrifying on my clammy skin. Air conditioning? Am I inside? Kellan. Where is Kellan? I'm disoriented, and weak. I fight to focus my vision, and the roughness of a warm sandpaper tongue laps at my foot. Creature? It tickles, but then, then it hits nerves and I choke out a dry groan.

"Greedy. Little. Girl." My nipples pebbled even more as a wash of pleasure licked at my clit. "Give me what I want." "Greedy," he repeated with a punishing thrust. I whimpered, my body strung tight. "I'll keep fucking you. Bring you right to the edge only to rip it away from you," Thane claimed with slow, lazy thrusts. Not nearly enough to break me apart. And he knew that.

Her thighs trembled and she licked her lips. “I know that it’s burning inside you. The need so strong and potent sometimes you can barely think straight. You will not be able to deny it much longer, nor will you be able to slake it on your own as you tried to last night. It is in your control to quench your tremendous thirst, Elaina. All you have to do is ask.”

He writhed in agony as lava consumed him through his veins, the pain originating from the bite mark on his pale wrist. His gums ached and his throat burned as if scorched by the desert sand. God, he was so thirsty. It was a thirst unlike any other he had ever experienced in his short conniving life, and it tore through his pain.