Novel & Cerita Addicted Chinese Drama

I want her to take charge and show me how badly she craves me. “I am addicted to you, Draven,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her hands trace the hard planes of my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. “I am addicted to your body, your cock, your heart, everything. I am addicted to the way you lose control whenever you are deep inside me.” “Then show me how addicted you have become,” I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. She smiles, biting down on her lower lip and the sight is driving me crazy.

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

He kept shoving his hand into my breast to pinch my nipple, and anytime I whimpered, it distracted a playing Kylie who was jumping up and down in anticipation of the new year sparkles. He removed his hand from my breast and walked it down to thrust his longest middle finger into my pantless core. I moaned loudly and quickly covered it up to avert our daughter's suspicions. "Aaron stop! You will get tired if you eat me several times" I said and he turned to me with a serious expression. "I can never get tired of you because you are my woman. You are my addiction. I can't get enough of you. You are mine and I'm yours" he groans and it didn't take long for me to start rubbing my core around his

I whispered seductively, kissing Leigh intensely, hungrily, as I effortlessly carried her to the bed. As I brought my wife to the seventh heaven, I smiled, not telling her my deepest secret yet, that just like her, I was addicted to her, too. Kayleigh David is my Pandora’s box, someone I can’t resist, a gift from heaven, and despite having personal issues at some times, I believe it is what will make our life one exciting roller coaster ride.

But as much as I told myself to pull away, to remember why I had started this arrangement in the first place, the truth was undeniable. I was addicted. To her. To the chaos she brought into my carefully constructed world. To the way she made me feel alive in ways power and revenge never could. And I knew, with a sinking certainty, that this addiction would either save me—or destroy me.

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.

you are hurt ', she said, creating a distance between them. 'Dr., I wanna fuck you bad.... even if it breaks all my stitches..I will still do it ', he said while removing her clothes. Slowly Sarah gave in to him, and he made slow, passionate love to her. He was addicted to her; she was his personal brand of the drug, that intoxicated him to his limits. He wondered if he would ever be able to leave her.

I took a deep drag of the nicotine stick in my fingers, then confirmed the position of the camera that was filming them. I'm eager to join in, to break up the atmosphere I'm used to seeing. Rena is different. She's my most favorite toy. Touching her is like an addiction that I can't stop. But this time is different. Maybe it's the effect of the drug? Seeing Rena like this, my brain is full of desire to enjoy her, but down here it suddenly dysfunctions. Damn psychiatrist! She made me impotent? Shit! I gotta get out! Rena in the center of the abandoned bed, lying without a single thread. She was naked in an arousing state.

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”

"I just found out today that the TV drama I'm following is being filmed here. I just got an autograph and took a photo." "Oh? Have you been binge-watching TV dramas lately? What is it called? What is it about?" Yi Jinli seemed to ask nonchalantly. Ling Yiran immediately froze. 'Gosh, I accidentally spilled the beans. The title's fine, but what about its content?' Ling Yiran was silent for a while, hesitating what to say when Bai Tingxin said quietly, "The drama is called Old Friends. It's a love story between two men." The expression on Yi Jinli's face froze slightly. Even though he had always been calm, he could not help feeling surprised. His peach blossom eyes stared at Ling Yiran. "Do yo