Addicted To You Novels & Stories

he brеаthеd, hіѕ words igniting еvеrу ѕіnglе раrt of me tіll I wаѕ соmрlеtеlу оn fire. “Rеаllу?” I tеаѕеd. His ѕmіlе grеw wіdеr. “I’ll аlwауѕ wаnt уоu, Iz, you’re mу аddісtіоn. I’ll nеvеr hаvе еnоugh, I’ll always wаnt mоrе, need mоrе.” Oh my.

They danced on the 'Addicted song' by Enrique Iglesias. And fortunately, it was Mani's one of favourite songs. Or who knows he knew it. Have I told you how good It feels to be me When I'm in you I can only stay clean When you are around Don't let me fall, oh no If I close my eyes forever Would it ease the pain Could I breathe again Baby, I'm addicted, I'm out of control (out of control) But you're the drug that keeps me from dying (dying)

“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

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

The lights, the attention, the power of the moment. It made me feel like a diva. Like a goddess. When the music started, and my body moved with the rhythm, the entire room faded away. For those few minutes, it felt like I was the only person that existed. And that feeling… It was dangerously addictive. The money wasn’t bad either. Dancing full-time meant the pay was incredible, and for the first time since coming to the city, I didn’t feel like I was constantly struggling to survive. But even with everything going so well, one thought kept creeping back into my mind.

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

I clench around him, humiliated and wrecked. I shake my head. He thrusts harder, his grip tightening, his voice pure filth in my ear. “Say it, Sienna.” I break. “I love it,” I whisper. He growls. “Louder.” “I love it,” I sob, my body shattering completely. And as I come, as I fall apart beneath him, I finally understand. I’m fucking addicted to this. To him.

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…