Novel & Cerita Addicted In His Sweet Love

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.

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. I have dragged this all for too long and I love telling the truth about things. "I dedicated it to the person I love," I told him with a smile. My father was happy with the song, he was happy because of the emotion in it, then, he would also be happy if I told him who that person was, but little did I know.

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

The sharp, pointy end of its needle flashed with an ice-cold light. “The person who wants revenge on you says that you’ve lost your memories and that you don’t remember what an addict you used to be. It’s been more than four years, and you haven’t taken any more drugs. However, this dose will help you remember who you are… These drugs are the purest, most euphoric, and most addictive latest products. Once administered, you’ll never be able to quit, no matter how strong your willpower is. You’ll become a slave to these drugs forever. I wonder if Mr. Larson will still marry a useless thing like you then!”

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

My fingers tapped once against my knee. "Adrian?" "Active. Communications with Helix Circle confirmed. He believes the transition is secure." *Believes.* My jaw tightened. Adrian was brilliant in the way that made certain men dangerous, comprehensively, and just comprehensively enough to miss what actually mattered. He thought securing a position meant the position held. That placing pieces on a board meant the board stopped moving. It didn't. "Keep watching him. Closely." "Yes, sir." I closed my eyes. Adrian believed I was finished. I had written that story for him carefully, every leaked detail, every calculated misstep, every board meeting where I said just slightly less than I knew. He h

“Before we do this, I want you to tell me you agreed to avoid awkwardness.” He was right; that was the phrase I told him when we began chatting after we were matched. “Ye…yes.” His lips covered mine immediately. It was the speed of two opposite magnet poles. Why had he asked such questions when he was this hungry for me? Excitement washed over my body. Frank, my husband, desired me, but this was another level. This was the desire an addict had for a fix. It was a get-fixed or die without it. My hands rose to his sides. Trembling hands resting on rock-hard muscle. His hands cradled my face. His hardness burned through the material separating our skins. I could feel it throb, rising and fallin

he said, each word deliberate, weighted. He pressed his forehead against mine. His voice slithered over my skin like poison. “Every single day—until his name rots in your throat… until you forget his touch… until you crave only mine. Until you hate me to hell… and love me beyond it.” Then he smiled—twisted, pained, greedy, and utterly mad. “I will become your addiction,” he murmured. “The ghost of your past you’ll never escape… until the day you finally realize you can’t live without me.”

He gritted his teeth and said "u hate me...then u love ur ex..isn't it..." Sriste told in the same voice "noo i dont love anyone now...when i get married to u...i vowed that Albert is no one to me...my love my heart all are dead...when i broke up with him ...now i am with you...i will be...but dont touch me..I won't let u touch me....." He mumbled "Damn it".....he came and drag her to the private bedroom and threw her in bed ....she was crying to see the raging fire of him....