Addicted To Loving You Novels & Stories

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

The sharp, pointy end of its needle flashed with an ice-cold light. “The person who wants revenge on you says that you’ve lost your memories and that you don’t remember what an addict you used to be. It’s been more than four years, and you haven’t taken any more drugs. However, this dose will help you remember who you are… These drugs are the purest, most euphoric, and most addictive latest products. Once administered, you’ll never be able to quit, no matter how strong your willpower is. You’ll become a slave to these drugs forever. I wonder if Mr. Larson will still marry a useless thing like you then!”

“I had no idea you were a fucking slut.” “You were not in love with me, Vincent. You were obsessed.” I managed to mutter. I had no idea where the courage to say that to his face came from but it did and from the way he stared at me, I could tell I only provoked him further. He looked more furious than earlier. “You think Levi loves you?” He barked. “He is not capable of loving anyone else but himself! He is a selfish dick who only ever thinks of himself! You have no idea who he is!”

I held her chin and turned her face back to mine. "I love you, Ava no matter what you think of me and that's not going to change anytime soon," I said and leaned closer to her face. She bit her lower lip, a habit of hers that always intoxicates me. "You're mine, Ava. Mine alone." I said and with that, my lips entangled with hers passionately. *** *** *** *** ***

The story began with Samuel and Elena, and they liked each other. Sammy and Elena wanted to marry each other, but they were not born for each other. Sammy and Victoria were made for each other and were born for each other. Both got separated in childhood but got back after 15 years and won her love of life, Samuel. Now everyone is happy. This all happened because of Victoria. When Victoria was married, her relationship was very complicated at first, but she never left Sammy alone because she loved him so much. You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners.

And I'm not fucking complaining. God, the way I want this woman. The way I love her, how I need her so fucking much. She does not know how fucking addicted I am to her. To her sweet flavoured scent, her voice, her smile, her body. Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. Her. I'm damn addicted to everything and it's always going to be that way because I've allowed this woman in my mind. I've given to her the entirety of space in my heart and it's impossible to detach myself from her. She's in my bones, in my blood and in my fucking heart, and I'll have to fucking tear myself open to let go of her. God, I want her to come back to me. So badly. I'm so fucking tired of waiting. I'm fucking tired of her making

he said, grabbing one grape and passing it on my bottom lip before he fed it to me. “I think I’m the one who’s addicted to you. I’m not sure how I will recover from this. You have ruined me for any other man.” I laughed, contagious enough to have him laughing as well before he gave me a chaste kiss. “I guess we both need to go to a rehab session.” “Nope. I want to be addicted to you all my life. I love you, Clay and you have no idea how happy you make me, how my heart beats for you. This might scare me, but it’s just wonderful being in your arms.”

“I need this forever. Your cum, your pain, everything.” We talked during the short breaks between rounds. “My old life feels like a distant dream,” I told him one night while riding him slowly. “College, friends, family… none of it compares to how you make me feel.” Damien gripped my hips and thrust up. “Because I broke you perfectly. Tell me how addicted you are.” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’m addicted forever. My body craves your darkness. I wake up happy when I’m sore from you.”

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.