Unholy Desire Novels & Stories

Having it any later would be unsatisfying, and she didn’t want that to happen. The lustful cravings took over Latina’s consciousness, not to mention the peculiar thirst that sent shivers on her taste buds. She wanted his body but more importantly, for a reason that she couldn’t decipher, she wanted something else. A pair of sharps, glistening fangs emerged when she stretched her mouth open. Latina couldn’t contain herself from drooling as she envisioned herself slurping his crimson juice. The brownish pigments in her eyes turned to a bright scarlet hue which astonished him.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

This was something far beyond the desire for a woman's body--if only Alethia knew what he wanted to do to her right at the moment. But she wouldn't know, at least not yet. Now he has to douse his desire lest they make headlines the next morning--"21ST CENTURY DESIRES: A stepfather and daughter's shenanigans on a hospital bed." He sighed with reason. Then he tactfully pushed his manhood in between his inner thighs and pressed his legs together in hopes of beating down the desire. But it kept jerking incessantly as if it was breathin; as if it had a mind of its own. God help him.

But none of them was Susanna Hawke. Her desire isn't something that can be tamed, prettied up or contained. It is raw, all-consuming, a forced that devoured everything in its path, leaving nothing but aggressive need in its wake. When Susanna wants, it isn't subtle. It couldn't be measured. It sucks in everything else inside it--my thoughts, my restraint, my will--until all that is left is this...gnawing, ravenous ache to claim her. She isn't simply passionate, she is engineered from the very word, created to bring the darkest, most hidden parts of a man to life. Shaped around mine, every man's desires, molding herself to our needs. And in her presence, those desires turn dangerous, violent.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled, slow and wicked. "First, I want you to touch yourself.” I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wide. My skirt was still hanging up around my waist, my pussy exposed. I looked directly into the lens as I slid two fingers through my pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and my own wetness, then brought them to my mouth, tasting it

ALEXA POV Desires are holy, and sometimes you just deserve its cold attacks and the crazy hook it has on you. Karl has returned to be with his nanny, and me? This time around I could not dwell much on the matters at hand rather my body seeks an affirmation that seems so lost and dead. I forced a groan, like the needs are just gonna disappear, but they are there, here with me and vowed to be my doom. I did not want to touch, did not want to awaken the beast, but maybe, just maybe a single touch could calm the fight down there right under me.