Addicted In His Sweet Love Novelas e Histórias

I felt so tired that I could barely open my eyes. I just felt him placing a blanket over our nakedness, then he hugged me tightly and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you so much, my Yeobo. You don't know how much you made me happy today. I promise I will never let you go again. You are truly mine and we will get married. I love you so much," he promised me and answered just in my mind. "I love you very much, too. And I hope you can forgive me after tonight. Forgive me because... I can't live with you anymore..."

"..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.

“Choke on your poison. I’m not having any of it!” He wiped his face with his palm, his demeanor serene. “Hate me for loving me all you like, it’d only make me love you more. I’m obsessed with you, Wifey. Your scent is more addictive than nicotine, everything about you is so surreal, that I think you’re a dream.” His eyes tapered to slits. “But I’d die before letting him snatch you from me. Please understand.” I shuddered. “Nicotine? What are you—”

My fingers kept moving, slow circles over the swollen head. “You love me too much to watch me stop breathing. More than you ever loved her. Everything you couldn’t give her—every dark thing, every brutal thing—you’ve already poured into me. You’ve fucked me raw in ways you never dared with her. You’ve bruised me, marked me, made me cry and beg and come so hard I black out. And you’d give me more. Because I can take it. I crave it. I come harder when you hurt me just right. I beg louder when you remind me I’m nothing without your cock splitting me open. I’m addicted to the way you own me, break me, rebuild me around your dick.”

"I missed both. Sex comes from love, and only you can fill my hungry stomach. Only you. You have no idea how wonderful you are, sweetheart." My breath hitched, and my heart raced. His hand quickly slid beneath my T-shirt, moving past my bra to cup and massage my breast. "Ah." He let out a satisfied exhale. "I missed this." I didn't dare struggle. After witnessing his incredible strength twice, I had learned that struggling was the height of futility. I just lowered my head and murmured, "But... but this is your office." "It’s fine as long as I like it, sweetheart."

"I love you and I'm bad at saying it regularly so I'm practicing." "You're drunk." "I'm tipsy. There's a difference." He took my face in his hands. "I love you. I love that you turned down a perfect job to build something yourself. I love that you came to my meeting and accidentally got clients. I love that you taught me to cook even though I'm terrible at it." "You're getting better." "I love that you lie to make me feel good about things I'm bad at." He kissed me. "I love everything about you and I'm saying it now because I'm tipsy enough to be this honest."

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

This was part of the truth and my dad looked so happy that his eyes were dancing. "I know you would fall in love with her." His eyes glistened and his eyebrow wagged. "I don't love her." The smile on my lips had disappeared and my dad's expression also changed as he sat up and looked down at my phone and then at me. "Then, this song, was it not dedicated to her?" He asked me as he stared at me with pursed lips. "No." I shook my head. The music was a love song, describing in detail how I have finally fallen in love with one person and how I happened to discover that it was love and perhaps, he must have seen me smiling when the music was playing.

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.