Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

"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.

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

She explored my arms with her hands, like she could feel the twitch of my muscles from my workout. I was drunk on this pussy, so fucking addicted that if I tried to get sober, it would kill me. After a long night running a city from the shadows, I longed to bury myself deep in the most magical pussy I’d ever fucked. It turned this man into a teenage boy. Turned this sober man into an addict all over again. “Fuck, sweetheart.” She gripped my arms as she moaned in my face. “I love you, Bastien.”

I inquired as I moved up to him from behind, my arms snaked around him as I buried my face into the crook of his neck. His scent flayed out for me to take in. I breathed him in, my inside switching on me to react to him, to how close we are, to how perfect we are. He tried to get away again but I held him still, held him close and grind myself against him so he could feel and tell just how much he affected me. He’s always been my downfall, and my glory. My ruin, and yet the only one capable of fixing me. I’m not just in love with him, I’m addicted to him. I need him, I crave him, I desire him more than I could control.

Was it wrong for her to want to feel loved? “You are sweet and I am addicted to you” he whispered in her ears bringing her out of her thoughts. He wouldn’t allow her to drift away. She should concentrate because each and every time they get to be together, he treated it like their last for he didn’t know when next he will get to be with her.

That impossible connection. It was like choking down candy laced with broken glass. I knew it would slice me open every time, but I'd force it down anyway, bleeding, just for that brief taste of sweet. But now I see it for the illusion it is. The wolf wants me, sure. Obsesses over me, claims me like territory. But that's instinct, not choice. Not love.

Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after. "I love you so much, honey," I uttered with my lower lip between my teeth. His eyes glinted and he drew me closer to him. "Finding and claiming you again is the best decision I ever made. Now my life is complete. I have you, Claudine and our incoming baby. You are my only love, my Christina," he said throatily. "Hmmm honey..." I was cut in when his lips went down to mine. THE END

“This pussy… Jesus.” I held on to him tighter, feeling my legs open as he hit the perfect spot. Every time we hooked up, I went home later and later. We seemed to crave each other more, not less. Our passion turned into something combustible. We couldn’t stop. Not for anything, not for anyone. We were both addicted. “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”