Addicted To Love Novels & Stories

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”

He asked, "Do you know why I can't forget you?" Lexie's voice was a little hoarse, totally different from her previous clearness. "Because the time is short!" Jim smiled. "Well, it's not because the time is short, but because if a person really falls in love with another person, he can keep her in mind for a lifetime. Love is like gambling. It’s often said that one will lose nine out of ten in a gamble. But I don't believe it. I keep betting on one person. I’m addicted when I win, and I want to get back all the things when I lose. You were tender to me, and I was addicted. I don’t know I’ve lost until that thing happened. But I’m reluctant to give up. I want to get everything back, do you un

My fingers kept moving, slow circles over the swollen head. “You love me too much to watch me stop breathing. More than you ever loved her. Everything you couldn’t give her—every dark thing, every brutal thing—you’ve already poured into me. You’ve fucked me raw in ways you never dared with her. You’ve bruised me, marked me, made me cry and beg and come so hard I black out. And you’d give me more. Because I can take it. I crave it. I come harder when you hurt me just right. I beg louder when you remind me I’m nothing without your cock splitting me open. I’m addicted to the way you own me, break me, rebuild me around your dick.”

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

“I know we didn’t start right but I want to do things right this time,” “Zane… We can’t… We shouldn’t…” I tried pulling away but he held onto me tightly. “I know falling in love with you wasn’t part of the plan, but you’ve seeped deep into my skin, and trust me I have tried to kill it but it wouldn't die. I’m addicted to you, you are my cocaine,” This talk was giving me goosebumps on my skin, I could feel it down my spine. I feel the same way but I couldn't tell him that, I'd just be encouraging what shouldn’t be.

Feeling. Apart from Gramps, she was the only person I had ever felt something for. She was the only person I had wanted to feel for, and what I felt was spiraling out of my control. It was growing along with my need for her, which was way stronger than it should be, way more addicting than it should be. Because that was what she was. She was addicting. The vanilla smell of her hair, the light in her eyes, the brightness of her smile, the soft skin of her hand; every part of her was addicting to me.

I asked in curiosity. " Then.. I fell in love. I fell in love with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Then I realized what my mother said was very true. The girl I fell in love with was the only person who had control over me even when she had no idea. She made me different. She changed my concept of life, she made me happier without raising a finger. I stopped craving control, I stopped craving the power. I just wanted her. And when I had her, I abandoned everything else. I began a new life and I've never been happier. But I made a vow to myself, I swore to never get her involved with the life I lived before and to do that I had to avoid anything linking me to it. Even if it was famil

Yes, Maureen admits she is cheap for being weak in the face of the greatest temptation that greets. The sighs that came out were no longer able to be held back by biting her lips as hard as possible. No matter if it is a friend or even someone's husband, the space that limits her, the tiredness of resisting, Maureen is entangled in an addiction that keeps asking to be satisfied. The pleasure that blew away consciousness made Maureen trapped in distortion. Her body feels lifted high, then fully forced in. Maureen was wide-eyed to find herself clinging naked to Darren's lap. "Don't ask me to stop!" Darren pleaded firmly.