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Alicia moaned, feeling his cock rub against her lace-clothed belly. “I never knew sex can be this addicting.” He groaned, leaving her mouth and began kissing her neck, trailing down to her chest, finding the taut nipples. Alicia let out a tortured groan when his mouth closed on it. She could feel her wetness begin to drip in her inner thighs. She wanted him with so much vigor and just like him, she never knew she could get addicted to someone, body, and soul. After teasing and stimulating each other to a point of insanity, Theo lined up with her hole and fucked her to sleep.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.

This isn’t love. We all have darkest desires, some are fulfilled why some aren't. This is not a romantic story. Trigger warnings, raw language and explicit scenes involved. As the night played on, Micah had forgotten how to breathe. Was this what he really wanted? Micah had said no.

A week passed a week of stolen glances across the lawn, of late-night text messages that were more explicit than any p**n script, of a constant, throbbing ache between her legs that only he could soothe. She was addicted. Completely and utterly addicted to him, to the danger, to the raw, primal pleasure he gave her.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

Until exhaustion dragged at my limbs and the forest grew silent. No pursuit. No pack. No Alpha. Just the cold night. I shifted back near a small clearing where moonlight pooled like liquid silver. My body trembled violently now not from power, but from everything crashing down at once. Rejection. Humiliation. Exile. I was alone, so I thought. A strange warmth bloomed in my core again. Stronger this time. I doubled over, breathing hard. The pulse returned. Alive. Rhythmic. Slowly, my fingers pressed against my stomach.

I saw Bernardo in a new way, admiring his courage and determination to face his own inner demons. Giulia: Bernardo, your example of the search for healing and growth is inspiring. I feel blessed to have you by my side, sharing this journey with me. Bernardo smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. Our steps continued to take us forward, but now we carried a deeper understanding of each other. Along the way, Bernardo and I shared stories of overcoming, discoveries and learning. As we revealed our most intimate secrets, our connection was strengthened, and I felt more encouraged to face my own inner demons.