Either pure lust felt pretty much like love, or there was more than one kind of love.

Was that all this was - lust, pure and simple?

Something's going on between us, and I don't know as it's pure lust.

But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays.

The relationship between these two, built on a foundation of pure lust, feels inauspicious from the start.

The growl started deep, riding the surge of pure lust.

He groaned, a sound of pure, masculine lust she'd never expected to hear from him.

His thick lips were curled into a sneer of pure lust.

The simple gesture shot a bolt of pure lust through him, and he despised himself for it.

But the one he never could lick was pure lust.