Novel & Cerita Addicted To Love

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

“Then why are you holding back from touching me now?” “Do you know what you’re asking for Tessa?”He asked. “I do.” He looked away from me for a moment before turning to face me again. “If I should act on how I’m feeling right now…Tessa,if I should touch you more than this…I swear to God,I won’t be able to keep my distance from you anymore.You have no idea how hard it is to see you and not make a move on you.And if you want me to tonight,Tessa,I won’t be able to let you go again even if you want me to.I’m addicted to you…Trust me…I’ve had other addictions…I could stop smoking but I can’t stop you….I can’t stop loving you and that makes me insane sometimes.”

“There was this guy in my senior year of high school and we’d been flirting for a bit. We got closer and closer, and by the time Christmas was coming around we were pretty much a couple. Anyway, we were crazy in lust and we were together like all the time and I mean like all the time and I thought I was stupid in love with him because I was young and dumb but I wasn’t I was totally obsessed. He was my first real boyfriend so I’d never felt anything like it, and I didn’t know it wasn’t normal to be addicted to someone that way. We split before college and I felt like everything was tumbling around me. I was in this f**k-off funk that nothing and nobody could bring me out of. The only light wa

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".

“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.