Thirsty Novels & Stories

He looked into her eyes before he bite her shoulder lightly earning a small scream from her. Her walls clenched around him as her nails dug into his back wanting to feel him closer. “fuck…”Shayra cruised as she bite his arm to stop herself from screaming. “Yeah right here, milk my cock,” his dirty words fueled her lust making her let out a scream that Yash had to silent with his lips. “One more…” He asked her as he thrust inside her again making her nod. “water,” Her voice was just above a whisper, Yash picked the bottle from the nightstand and uncapped it before taking it near her lips, still giving her a small thrust.

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.

Troy left the room quickly, his mouth felt dry; cotton mouth. Probably a side effect of what Dr. Barren had just given him or what he'd been given yesterday. He decided to go up to the cafeteria for something to drink. He was thinking of ways to sneak into one of the private offices to use the phone when he saw Jace and a heavily made up Goth girl sitting at a table playing cards.

If Lily thought a few glimpses of her delectable form were enough to satiate the all-consuming lust she had unleashed, she was sorely mistaken. No, this was merely the inception of our starvation. We had developed an undying thirst, a carnal ache to consume her very essence until we had thoroughly ruined her for any other man. Lily's luscious body was a feast we intended to gorge ourselves on until we were sated. And based on the dark promise flickering in Hunter's eyes, neither of us had any intention of depriving ourselves much longer. I poured two generous glasses of rich cabernet, the dark liquid sloshing invitingly. Hunter joined me, our shoulders brushing as we stood shoulder to should

With his free hand, he formed an imaginary cloud around his chest " It was all visible the size and... Argh!! I wish I was that wet blouse " Scott walked to his mini bar to serve a glass of whiskey, his cousin needed one. " Little bunny is becoming an addiction " " I know, I feel like this poison was made just for me " Niklaus absorbed the liquid in one gulp hoping it would burn his appetite. Jane focused on getting a decent cloth, scolding herself for not taking Niklaus' advice, and keep a spare cloth in the office. " You already had to go back home because of the files, but splashing water all over yourself? What is wrong with me? " Jane mumbled to herself.

The water is so cold and refreshing but I don't understand why I'm still thirsty. Beads of sweat started to form in my forehead and neck. "Ugh, f*ck!" I groaned as I deeply closed my eyes. Now, I'm not only thirsty- I'm so hungry. So hungry and thirsty like as if I was deprived of food and water for months. What is happening to me? I peaked at the window to see the moon but it's not a full moon tonight. I also don't feel the urge to turn into a werewolf.

"...I dunno." "You dunno? ...What do you suggest, you dunno?" "Because I failed to drink any blood yesterday, I became thirsting for it. But... I have to be capable of bearing it." "Should? Don't you understand your frame well?" "I do not understand... I do not sense the thirst proper now, perhaps it is... due to the fact I drank the magnificence rep's blood, perhaps..." "Say, even supposing this is the case, whether or not you drank or now no longer, you have to remember..."

At some point, I notice I am thirsty. Really thirsty. My lips are cracked, tongue swollen. How long has it been since I drank anything? The water pitcher sits on the table across the room. Ten steps away. Might as well be a hundred miles. I do not move. The thirst intensifies. Becomes pain. Still, I do not move. You are dying, some distant part of my brain observes clinically. Dehydration. Another day or two and it will be irreversible. Good. Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

Starved Passion::: The way his hand moved slowly over every inch of her, caressing, making her body come alive, she was desperate to have him deep inside her, she wanted him to make love to her with his cock, to fill her to the brim. "Davin, oh God!" She moaned out, raising his head up from her breast, she looked deep into his eyes, " Take me" her breaths were ragged, her breast rising and falling, sweat formed on her forehead and between her breasts, the pool of dampness between her thigh soaking the bedsheets as his mouth came down to her breasts again.

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.