Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

The subordinate quickly took MIke and her wheelchair out of Richard's room. All the dealings with MIke gave Richard a headache. Too much drama with MIke, Richard thought. He needed something sweet to ease his headache. Richard was not a fan of sweet foods at first, in fact, he did not like sweet foods, you could say Richard avoided eating such foods. But ever since he was with Anna the sweet food lover, he fell in love with the taste.

It's interesting that there's even such love in existence- I'm so lucky to present true love. I'm so lucky to be in the most beautiful and loving couple in the world. I'm blessed beyond imagination to have a caring Girlfriend like you, now why would I want to be anywhere else you're not? No way, I never ever want to be somewhere you're not. When love turns into Addiction, you see your partner like the most perfect, stainless, flawless companion. When Love turns into Addiction. It's what keeps y'all committed to the Promise you made.

~Bartender’s POV~ She looked like she was from a noble family but how come she is drinking so much in sorrow. I took her phone and searched for the emergency numbers. There was a name there, Liam and heart emojis with it. I think it’s her boyfriend maybe fiancé and chances are for him being her husband. “Madam, who is Liam?” She eyed me and then pouted. “He’s my arrogant mafia husband and I love him more than anything. Do you know? I ran away from him when I got to know I was pregnant with his twins and now after 5 years he called me back. He didn’t even know he was a father until…” and she started crying. Okay so one thing is clear. That Liam guy is her husband and I am calling him. “Hello,

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

I moaned his name. "Scream my name, my sweet love. We're the only ones in the house, so even if you scream my name a few times while we're pleasing each other, no one will hear us because my room is soundproof." He said while kissing my skin. "I'm so addicted to your skin and moans, sweet love. You are my sweetest addiction. You are," he moaned my name, and after taking off my panties, he immediately moved his head to kiss me between my thighs.

And to underestimate an enemy, is to be defeated by said enemy. He stands between my legs, bending his head down, not moving toward me. Waiting for me to give him what he craves. It's exhilarating, holding control over him like this. "One kiss?" I ask. He looks into my eyes deeply. "Anything you give me I'll take it." I lick my lips. "Sokolov..." It's almost sad to see him like his, "You understand how weak you are right now, don't you?" He exhales. "Yes. Addiction is weakness. But I can't-"

His next question caught her off guard, "Was there something addictive in it?" Oh… Violet finally grasped what he was saying and could not help but chuckle. "No, there's nothing addictive. It's only you. It seems you're just a masochist." What else could he be if he preferred her food, which was barely passable, to that of a professional chef's? If not masochism, then what? Previously, Lucius might have responded icily to such a remark. Now, his eyes betrayed a complex emotion. He suddenly felt compelled to keep her by his side indefinitely.

I push back, relishing in the vibration of the moan he makes against my mouth. "Should I continue like this or use my fingers?" He says against my lips and I groan. "Don't move," I say between clenched teeth. What I was feeling in this moment was something entirely different and I was damned if I was giving it up. My heartbeat is loud within my ears. In the pit of my stomach, the heat continued to grow, climbing higher and higher. I poured all of my love for this man into our kisses, consuming his mouth with my own. I need more of him. I am addicted to everything about him. I love his taste, his smell and the feel of him. I love him so much.

I melted against his broad chest, my breasts pressed flush against him, heart racing in sync with his. “So… you missed your appointment because of this fat pussy?” I teased breathlessly, pulling back just enough to nip at his bottom lip, my eyes sparkling with mischief. He squeezed my ass firmly with both hands, that wicked, boyish grin spreading across his face as he ground up into me. “Worth every fucking bit,” he admitted with a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated through his chest into mine. “I can’t help it, baby. I’m addicted. Completely."

She turned back to see him there next to her and leaned forward to kiss him, “Here or in the other room?” “The other room.” He whispered as he kissed her again. “Scar, you know I love you, right?” “Yes, Daddy,” Scar said with a smile that brought him back to the first time she had said that to him. He knew that was the best day of his life. He found all his answers that night. He was a man who didn’t believe in love. He was confident he would never find it. He watched her as she left the room, and he knew how wrong he was. She was everything to him. All he found because of that one night when he was trolling around for secrets. Maverick smiled and walked in her wake.