Addicted In His Sweet Love 소설 & 이야기

He had liked her so much, he could proclaim himself addicted to them. Because it wasn't just who he kissed, that had taken a back seat, what had made him addicted, was how he could feel so much love in a single kiss. It was as if he had lacked it since he was born and today he tasted for the first time, what it was like to feel loved and to receive love.

Like it wasn't bad enough that she made me sit back and watch my brother, Roman, marry the girl I loved with everything I had. Every time I look at Savannah, I can't help but feel like she was meant to be my principessa.The daughter I should have shared with my sweet, sweet, Rose. Loving her was bad for the soul. It ate away at me until all that was left, was the bad. It was like chocolate melting on your tongue. It was Addictive in the sense that it left you feeling guilty for yielding to its seductive sweetness. Craving it like a potent drug.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

"I talked. Last day. She promised home soon. Home. Take me. She will. Soon." "Okay?" Bash frowned. "Si, senhor!" She squealed. "Cherries likes you. You have mine. You can. Candies. Only one, okay?" The corner of his lips curved up, and his eyes glinted in amusement as he listened more to that girl, forgetting how his co-star had pissed him off not even an hour ago. The girl, who was having a tough time telling her name, promised him, "When you come, you get one from Cherries. Okay?"

He was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, and I knew right then that I was already addicted. Dangerously, helplessly addicted.

he asked, his voice straining as he did. “But you lied to me,” I whispered as tears rolled down my face, I didn't understand what was going on, the man in front of me was so perfect, he was everything I had dreamed of, everything I wanted but the man I heard over the phone wanted to kill someone, how could they be the same person? “I swear Sweetness, I didn't mean to lie,” he said as he started moving, his eyes half open, he was so drunk in pleasure and it felt so good to make him this addicted.

She gazed up at him with her silent longing eyes. "Why were you missing me?" she asked, hoping to hear what she wanted to hear. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me. "Because I am addicted to you, sweetheart. I cannot survive a day without breathing into you, my body aches without your touch, my lips burn for your kisses, my eyes starve for your beautiful sight," he admitted sincerely. He was irrevocably smitten by her with no point of return. She was his sunshine that brightened his day and his moon too who illuminated his nights.

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.

It was like he was addicted, and she was his fix. I still remember the first time he told me about the gorgeous brown eyes beauty he met in the gardener's cubicle under his father and how much he already loved her. iI had called it up to drugs or alcohol, after all, he was hooked on Bourbon like it was his saving grace, but ever since then, he never stopped talking about her at every chance he got

Eden said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer if possible. His voice got thicker than Eden had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug."