Addicted To You 소설 & 이야기

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

Taylor really loves singing break ups and love songs but most importantly she knows how to reach people's heart with her songs. "We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air See the light, see the party the ballgowns See you make your way through the crowd and say hello Little did I know, that you were Romeo and you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet But you were everything to me I was begging you please don't go.. And I said Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

"I do." Damian was surprised by her sudden answer. "I'm addicted to you too. I just don't know why. You hurt me but I keep coming back to you. I wanted to leave once the first week was over but seeing you like this made me stay. I don't know why and I don't understand it and I don't want to. I love you too." Damian looked at Lilian as if she had not just said what she said. He pulled her close gently and kissed her full on the lips. Lilian melted into his warmth. She had missed it so much. Damian pulled away and stroked her cheek lovingly.

I grit down, shove it all into the void. The night drags like a sentence. First dose fades after two hours, wolf surges fiercer. I grab the second—ignore the warnings, jab, push. Pain doubles, body thrashing between sofa and floor, sweat ruining another shirt, nausea crashing. But I hold—teeth grinding, riding it out. Midnight, moon high, wolf peaking. I'm on the floor now, back to the table, gold flecks edging my sight. My hand scrabbles up, third syringe. Past the safe dose. Screw it. Jab, push, tidal wave hits. Convulsing, nails scraping marble, howling in my head—the wolf or me, I can't tell.

"That’s it. Use me. Take what you’ve wanted for years." "I have wanted this," I panted, grinding down deep. "Every family dinner, every pool day. I got wet just hearing your voice." "Fuck yes." He thrust up to meet me, one hand coming up to lightly grip my throat. "You’re addicted already, aren’t you?" "So addicted," I gasped, moving faster. "I don’t want to stop. Even if Emma finds out." He flipped us suddenly, pinning me down again and driving in deep. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go. This pussy is mine now."

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

"You think I don't stare at old pictures and wish I could have that girl back? You think I wanted this?" Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to look away from him. "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch your body stop feeling like your own? To be pumped full of medications? To have hormones turn against you? Do you know what it feels like to suffer from PCOS? To watch your dreams shrink a little more every single day while pretending you're okay?" I press a trembling hand against my chest. "I didn't ask for this, Rhett. I didn't ask for the weight. I didn't ask for the infertility scares. I didn't ask for the exhaustion, the pain, the endless battle with my own body."