Insatiable Desires Novels & Stories

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

Begging him to touch her. He’d wake up in the oppressive darkness, sweat slicking his body. Sometimes, he’d be hard, the physical manifestation of his unfulfilled desire. Sometimes, a furious, burning anger would consume him. Always, without fail, he woke up profoundly, achingly unsatisfied. The dreams fed the obsession, intensifying the hunger for something far beyond carnal pleasure.

"Let us take care of you." His words were like a spell, releasing her from the last vestiges of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the pleasure, to the sensations that washed over her, her body responding to their touch with a hunger that surprised even her. Jenna's lips trailed down her body, her tongue teasing, her fingers exploring, while Travis's hands roamed over her skin, his touch firm and confident. Sadile was lost in a sea of sensation, her moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The candlelight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the desire that shone in their eyes, the hunger that drove them.

It's everything. The night stretches on, infinite and bewitching, as if time itself had decided to suspend its course to let us savor every instant. But this night is not a long, tranquil river. It's punctuated by abrupt awakenings, muffled sighs, hands that seek, that demand, that possess. I am awakened several times, gently but firmly pulled from sleep by their insatiable desires, by this craving that never seems to extinguish.

Who would choose that? The insults sting more than any whip, cutting through me like shards of glass. Every sneer, every glare, every whispered accusation feels like a thousand tiny deaths. I was drowning in it. Just as I was drowning in pain, and was forever stuck in this sickening cycle of sadness until I'm eventually driven to madness. I wondered if that was what would calm my demons and the vicious voices singing non stop in overlapping voices in my head; drowning in their contempt, in the suffocating knowledge that no one, not even the Alphas I’m bound to, will ever see me as anything more than a nuisance to be tolerated.

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”

He said taking a pause, but I looked pale …..at least there is a history behind his character “Let me tell you what led to the downfall of humans and what would lead to their final doom” He said as I stared at him and he stared at me “Selfishness…greed, there is no going back to this unfillable thirst of desiring more” There was no emotion in his eyes…it was like he was talking about the weather “You are never satisfied no matter what you have, so you hunger and taste for more,but that doesn't satisfy you, so you try to get more…and more,till you don't recognize yourself anymore”

I said. “It is. Not since you left” His hands slipped into his pocket. “I just…At first, it was sort of to get my life in order. These cravings, they mess with your head so much. It’s like every time you feed on something, it digs an even deeper insatiable hole inside of you and it’s never enough.” “You kill, and kill and kill which I did and it was still never enough. I had to control my primal desires, rather than being a prisoner to it” He added and I folded my arms for a moment.

It was like I was walking on a cloud, and I had to focus on every step I took. As the night drew on, my behavior became increasingly reckless and impulsive. The tequila had energized me, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I laughed louder, spoke brasher, and took risks without a second thought. The excitement of the moment was addictive, and I desired more.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.