Novel & Cerita Addicted In His Sweet Love

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.

He knows that what she wants, what she craved so bad from him was nothing else but love. How could she crave something he can't give? Something that he doesn't know how it feels? He doesn't even know how it feels to be in love with anyone. How could he love her when he can't even love anyone, all Braxton thinks about when he saw a woman is to bare her, to fuck her and leave. But Alicia's memory has proven too stubborn. He wanted to have her over and over again. He was addicted to her body. So fucking addicted that it felt sick.

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.

“There’s nothing addictive about this,” he said matter-of-factly. “You may call it the weed of lubes: you like how it feels and grow used to it, but that’s it.” He scoffed again. “You ain’t getting withdrawal syndrome or anything if you stop using it.” “Then why can’t I enjoy sex with my girl as I used to unless I use it? It was the best we had, until you and your fucking oil came between us!” He stepped closer, flashing one of his smug smirks, his dark eyes looking straight into mine. I fought back my instinct of backing away to preserve my personal space and he came to stand only inches away from me.

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.”

“Because you slapped me.” Her eyes widened. “That is why?” “That is where it started,” Damian admitted, voice low enough only she could hear. “But now? Now I can’t get you out of my head. No one stands up to me. No one looks at me the way you do.” She glared, heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re obsessed.” “Correct.” Her breath caught. He wasn’t joking. His voice was sharp, raw, carrying a truth she didn’t want to acknowledge.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him even closer as I kissed him back, losing myself in the taste of him. He was everything I wanted. He was sweet and intoxicating, a dangerous drug that I never wanted to stop taking. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his chest heaving against mine. “You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?” he murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “Addicted to being ruined by me.” “Yes,” I breathed, unable to lie even if I wanted to. He swept me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing and started walking toward the large bed in the center of the room. “Good. Because I’m far from done teaching you exactly who you belong to.”

“That’s not going to happen.” My pulse quickened. “Why?” His answer came without hesitation. “Because I told you before.”His gaze softened slightly. “I’m already addicted to you.” The words made my chest tighten again.