Addicted In His Sweet Love Novelas e Histórias

“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

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....

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

Giving the name of Love to his feelings, somehow felt lacking. "You know how addicted to you I am? You taste like the sweetest honey in the world and leaves me craving for more" he said while showering her with sweet kisses. Her blush became deep. Their clothes hit the floor while he showed her just how addicted he is to her. On the other hand, Coco is not pleased.

I growl before storming out of the place and heading towards my Harley. What the fuck is wrong with me? One taste of forbidden fruit, and I’m hooked like a junkie. The way her body felt against mine, the sounds of her moaning, calling out my name when she reached her climax, the sweet taste of her mouth. I hate to admit it to myself, but she’s right; I’m already fucking addicted. “Told you to stop fucking with her,” Valentine says as he slinks out of the shadows. I roll my eyes when I see him, then mount my Harley.