Addicted To Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

“It’s easy to believe in love at your age.” “You don’t believe in it?” He creases his forehead. Well, he doesn’t believe in it either. Love is an obsession. An addiction. It’s worse than being a drug addict. It ruins people. Some people might be lucky enough to meet the right people. What about those who meet people like him? He purses his lips. Well, he will treat Ahn Hana nicely.

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.

Like it wasn't bad enough that she made me sit back and watch my brother, Roman, marry the girl I loved with everything I had. Every time I look at Savannah, I can't help but feel like she was meant to be my principessa.The daughter I should have shared with my sweet, sweet, Rose. Loving her was bad for the soul. It ate away at me until all that was left, was the bad. It was like chocolate melting on your tongue. It was Addictive in the sense that it left you feeling guilty for yielding to its seductive sweetness. Craving it like a potent drug.

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