Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

I licked them clean, slowly as my eyes locked on him. He pulled me down and kissed me again, slow and deep, his big hand kneading my breast like he couldn’t get enough of the weight of it. “I never knew a woman could taste this sweet,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough with wonder. “The maids… I fuck them to shut my cock up. But you…” He bit my earlobe, tugged until I shivered. “I fuck you because I’m addicted to the way you feel around me. I can’t get enough of your sweetness.”

“Then why are you holding back from touching me now?” “Do you know what you’re asking for Tessa?”He asked. “I do.” He looked away from me for a moment before turning to face me again. “If I should act on how I’m feeling right now…Tessa,if I should touch you more than this…I swear to God,I won’t be able to keep my distance from you anymore.You have no idea how hard it is to see you and not make a move on you.And if you want me to tonight,Tessa,I won’t be able to let you go again even if you want me to.I’m addicted to you…Trust me…I’ve had other addictions…I could stop smoking but I can’t stop you….I can’t stop loving you and that makes me insane sometimes.”

,She confessed, giving her permission. "That is because for me your consent, your perspective matters the most. I love you Khushi. It's my love for you not my lust which can get over with time. My love for you will always increase every day even when we will become parents, then grandparents and then blah..blah..",Abeer said, giving her a forehead kiss. "Well not to forget you are Mafia's Sweet Addiction, my love. Now I am not any mafia anymore and that's because of you but you are still my sweet addiction, baby.",He confessed and sealed her lips with his, closing the lights of their room. #The_End

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..."

“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?