What Does 'My Soul Thirsts For You' Mean In The Bible?

“Stop this.” I so desperately wanted to die of embarrassment as the heat and dampness from my panties brushed against my skin. My worry that he would see my soaked underwear was outright replaced by his large palm coming down on my poor, innocent bare flesh. I howled in more fury than pain this time, the insult to my pride feeding that fury. “My house, my rules. And this body of yours is now mine. So my body, my rules.” “You... you don’t own my body.” I managed to stutter, but that only earned me another round of punishment. “My body, my rules,” he said again, and this time I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as hard as I could. “Are we clear?” “Yes."

Meghan Adams is a woman with a past. She swears she will never let another man keep her as an investment Until she crosses paths with the business mogul, Neon Petrov, the CEO of Petrov Ltd.  Neon Petrov is mesmerized by the new striper at Dancing Angels. One look at Meghan's dancing curves, has him making a vow to himself. His cool demure crumbles and he finds himself fumbling for words as he offers ridiculous proposals in a shady burger joint. 

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

"You are nothing but a whore like your mother!" He had snarled and left her with crutches in the rain. That was the last thing he had said to her years ago. Now she was back in his life as his PA... or was she? **** After a high school relationship that never should have been, Louis breaks Zoe's heart when she needed him the most and blamed her for his father eloping with her mother. After years of picking up the broken pieces of her life and heart, they meet again. But Zoe Carter is here not for an income, she is back for revenge. She was assigned the mission of intimately investigating billionaire bachelor, Louis Rodriguez as an undercover detective working as his employee. His ties to the mafia and drug underworld, she hopes will be his undoing. However, things get complicated when unwanted craving rise from the dust and then the unexpected happens when her mother is found. Beaten, tortured and with her memories lost. Soon it is clear someone or something is out for the woman's blood. She finds out that the perpetrators are the very organisation that Louis is suspected to be tied to. The Mafia. What Is it that Zoe's mother knows that makes a target? Where is Louis' father? Will Zoe alone face this new woe in her life and get the revenge she so desperately wants? Or will she be pushed into the arms of Louis, her enemy when she goes asking for help? Especially when she is the mother to his child that he does not know exists. Find out in the thrilling enemies to lovers novel "Craving For Her".

Leads: A mortal oracle woman × a fallen war god stripped of his divinity — two beings who were never supposed to exist in the same realm, let alone touch. The curse: Any god who loves a mortal burns alive from the inside. Any mortal who loves a god loses their soul to the void. The closer they get, the faster both fates accelerate.

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"