Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

He had vowed that if she accepted him he would turn the world upside down to keep her with him. In the past, he wanted to keep her because of his love, but now she will stay glue to him because of his hate. Both ways, she was stuck. She had no way out and no matter what happened, she will stay as his. It was pathetic, wanting the woman who destroyed you effortlessly was indeed pitiful but he was intoxicated. He was addicted, he knew this addiction was suicidal but who had ever cared for life when decided to be, Intoxicated by a venom.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he swirled the wine. Addiction. A weakness he despised in others, yet he was helpless when it came to her. His mind, his body—it all burned with an insatiable hunger for her touch. He knew that once he had her again, he would never let go. “Soon, my sweetheart,” he whispered to the photograph. “Every second away from you is a torment I cannot bear.” The firelight reflected in his eyes, mirroring the flames of his relentless obsession. Tracing the photo with his finger, his voice hardened. “Do you feel this pain too? You will. Once I have you in my trap, I’ll make you pay for every day you stayed away from me.”

I really am. I paused when I sniffed his scent and swallowed. Jeez. Now he has contaminated the entire room with that sweet scent of his. I didn't know why I suddenly felt like crying. I....I needed him here...with me...on the bed... touching me as he does... driving me insane... fucking me like he wouldn't see the next day... Damn it!!!!! i am addicted. I can't do without him.... Jeez. What the hell has he done to me???

“You are cruel... It's my first time, but you're not even letting me go.” “It’s your fault for being too addictive…You are too sweet; I'm drunk on your intoxicating wine,” he said and added after a beat. “Say my name, Love.” “Kayden…” “Say it again.” “Kayden…” “I love you… Ariana… My very, very, beautiful, addictive, sweet... love,” he continued to shower her with praises, and that night, they went at it until she fell asleep in his arms. ‘Who told her to be so sweet?’

"I’m here to pick you up, Ethan. It’s our fifth anniversary, remember? I’ve been waiting for you at home, but you never showed up. And now, seeing you like this—drunk out of your mind—you clearly can’t get yourself home." He laughed bitterly, leaning back in his chair. "I don’t want you to take me home," he said, his words sharp despite his drunken state. "Katherine’s back. My first love is here. Do you know what that means, Karina? It means I don’t want you anymore." The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but before I could react, one of his friends stood up and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. "Ethan, man, calm down. You’re drunk. You don’t mean any of this."

I said firmly, trying to push him away. Jace kissed my exposed neck repeatedly. "I really don't want to force you; I'm your husband. Be quiet." He smiled, pinning me down. "Jace, you beast, let me go!" I exclaimed, struggling to break free. Jace pushed me back, his smile widening. "By the end of this month, I promise you'll fall in love with me." I laughed, "You're joking, right? There's no love in my eyes, and there never will be. I'm not in love with you; you're not the one I love. I'm not even in love with anyone, okay?"

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.

Chunk the heavenly taste of him as his tongue wrapped around mine, the hot, rough, yet slippery surface of his inside massaging mine, creating a heady sensation that locked my mind in some kind of a vice. “I want you.” I pulled off just enough to whisper, then reclaimed his lips again. It was the sweet seductive taste I couldn’t tire of. He was the drug, and I was a fuckin’ addict ready to take him over and over and over again.

“...but I know your heart has its owner already.” I looked away. “Who’s the owner?” I asked. Even though I had a hint about whom he was referring to, I still wish it was a different man. “Damion.” I chuckled. “Let’s stop talking about him. He’s a nut, he drives me nuts. I hate him in all aspects,” I said, now biting my lower lip to— to what?! To stop me from crying? Wow. “If you continue to refuse, you’ll drown yourself in love. You never know, you might not be able to ask for help soon, and maybe no one will have the capacity to save you from drowning if you lock yourself at the bottom of the sea.”