Addicted To Love Novels & Stories

“For most people, I think.” “What about you?” He chuckles. “I’m definitely most people. It took me a while to free myself of mine.” I don’t tell him that I’m most people too. “You know,” he adds, “they say being in love is like having a drug addiction. And first love is like the first hit. It’s all kinds of powerful and unforgettable.” I empty the glass and then hold it tightly between my fingers. Well, that’s… Not comforting at all. He rakes his hand through his hair, pushing back long strands that had fallen forward. “Having trouble with yours?”

her voice was breaking. I am not in love with her; I am obsessed. I am addicted; she is my version of marijuana and every other dangerous drug out there. I already knew from the moment I saw her that it was the end of me, or maybe the beginning. But all I knew was that this girl sitting on the bed was my whole world, my reason for breathing and living. She is the only thing that makes sense in this fucked-up world of mine, and I’d rather have every part of me cut and roasted than to let her go. She has to love me; she has no other option, because she is never escaping me. Whenever she is involved, nothing else makes sense. It is an unhealthy obsession, but it is also something completely out

A few minutes later we were done having a shower and laying in bed talking about random stuff. “I love your eyes it reminds me of so much passion and my love for you.” he says and pulled me closer pressing a kiss to my soft cheeks. I paled and swallowed as moist ran through my thighs. Things this man does to me feels surreal. I can't explain what I feel because words elude me when I try to explain or justify my new found addiction. “I love you… Kess.” Kessler is an addiction I don't want to get rid of. The addiction that one knows is bad but will rather submerge under than let it go. My perfect love story was born the day I met him.

I could make him get down on his knees…maybe. “What other secrets do I need to know about, Devin?” He closes his mouth and heavily exhales out of his nose, averting his eyes. Does he have another secret? It looks like he does! “I don’t fall in love easily.” He admits, stepping around the table and taking another sip from his minty-smelling lemon water. “When I fall for someone, I fall hard, almost becoming addicted to them. In a weird form, it is addiction.” “Addicted?” I question, raising an eyebrow and lightly tilting my head in confusion. “Explain.”

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.

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.

He groaned as he held my neck, and started to move inside me. He was right, it was barely a week ago, I told myself I hated him, and wanted to cut all ties , but here we were fucking…I was… an addict And it kept on happening and happening. I couldn’t get enough of him, the more we fucked, the more hungrier I got, no matter how many times he made me bleed. So maybe this was the version of love that was meant for him, should I have said no? LEO He stayed… No matter how many times I tried to drift away…

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I