Addicted To Love Novels & Stories

I said firmly, trying to push him away. Jace kissed my exposed neck repeatedly. "I really don't want to force you; I'm your husband. Be quiet." He smiled, pinning me down. "Jace, you beast, let me go!" I exclaimed, struggling to break free. Jace pushed me back, his smile widening. "By the end of this month, I promise you'll fall in love with me." I laughed, "You're joking, right? There's no love in my eyes, and there never will be. I'm not in love with you; you're not the one I love. I'm not even in love with anyone, okay?"

I’m addicted to this feeling. I’m addicted to them.

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

He had liked her so much, he could proclaim himself addicted to them. Because it wasn't just who he kissed, that had taken a back seat, what had made him addicted, was how he could feel so much love in a single kiss. It was as if he had lacked it since he was born and today he tasted for the first time, what it was like to feel loved and to receive love.

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It was an entirely different feeling. I felt like I was in trouble. It’s wrong to want more than one man at a time. You’re supposed to find your soulmate, and that’s it. Yet here I had different men asking me to consider them as lovers. I was turning into quite the sex addict, and I wanted to blame it on my newfound vampirism. But in my heart, I knew it was from these men. They were so very different from each other.

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!”

He needed her like he's never needed anything or anybody before, she's like a drug to him. He's addicted to her and everything about her.His life would have no meaning if she wasn't in it.It's not about sex anymore or this desire that's pulling them together...it's more,so much so that he feels it pumping through his veins.He hates having to depend on anyone life experience has taught him not to but she....

I clench around him, humiliated and wrecked. I shake my head. He thrusts harder, his grip tightening, his voice pure filth in my ear. “Say it, Sienna.” I break. “I love it,” I whisper. He growls. “Louder.” “I love it,” I sob, my body shattering completely. And as I come, as I fall apart beneath him, I finally understand. I’m fucking addicted to this. To him.

Thе wау he lоvіnglу held mу hаnd and hіѕ sweet wоrdѕ; I’d never get tіrеd of hеаrіng his vоісе. I fеlt thе addiction runnіng thrоugh my vеіnѕ. I wаѕ completely hooked, and Jоеl was mу only сhоісе оf drug. I knew I wаѕ fаllіng hard, caught up in his ѕреll. I juѕt hореd thаt іt was a gооd thіng as I no lоngеr had thе strength to fight іt.