Addicted To Loving You Novels & Stories

I wanted to do more but the habit of conserving for the future made me leave her room the next moment. I wanted to touch her leisurely. So every night I went to her room with the intention of watching her but she always tempted me to do more. Touching her felt balmy and seeing her vulnerable under my touch encouraged me. Many times I had to fight myself to leave before she got up because I did not want to create any drama—though sometimes I drugged her. She was indeed addictive. I did crave her not just when it was night but every damn time because she was not leaving my mind. I knew it was not her who was trying to attract me, but it was me who was discovering new phases of beauty inside he

"Ryan It's not going to be the same between us after this, I believe that you didn't cheat and you truly didn't mean to let me down but it still hurts but I'm wiling to give us another chance, just be patient with me, I'm a little unsteady, but if you love me don't let go of me" " I have never loved anyone like how I love you, I never even loved Marie like how much I love you, you mean the most to me, I fucking still and always will love you, I don't ever intent to let you go or hurt you like this again, I wish it didn't take losing you to see how much I love" Ryan said back with tears in his eyes, I wiped away his tears and kissed him, it wasn't like any of the other kisses we have shared,

She told her that love is like a drug, which is very addictive; once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more. Neha telling her, “I bet he's still thinking about you.” Sara replied, “Oh, please. Don't start that again with me. Whenever I talk to somebody or even smile at somebody; you start making assumptions that he loves me and blah blah blah... and now I remember your exact word by word definition of love that love is like an addiction and once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more.”

“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.”

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 wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

I smiled. “Are you addicted?” “To you? Yes.” And just like that, I found myself gripping the wall as he pulled me closer from behind, his movements growing more urgent. “I love you. I love you so much…”

This girl has been a source of joy in my life; she is all I want in a woman; beautiful, submissive, and knowing how to give me the exact sexual desires I crave. Having her around is like an addictive drug I can't bear to lose. I will soon quit my job at the institution so that I will not put her academic life in danger. I am willing to go to any extent to have her close to me. I am never letting her go; she belongs to only me, and mine she will remain. I grinned triumphantly, putting more pressure on the gas as I speeded off to the outskirts of the city of Atlanta. All I could think of is how I will handle her in bed again the next time we meet, which I know is just a few hours for now, beca

Reed laid beside her as they both started to watch the movie. About thirty minutes into the movie, Rielle fell asleep on his shoulder. Reed smiled as he admired her face, In this short period of time she had become someone that he couldn’t let go of. He was attached to her like a medicine and couldn’t let go of her. He wanted more and more from her. He was addicted to her. He was in love with her.