Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

I wanted to feel her submit, to hear her scream my name while I buried myself deep inside her. Would she be shy? Or wild? I bet she was a screamer—the type to claw at a man's back until he bled. The images flashing through my mind were so vivid that they caused actual physical pain. For a second, I hesitated. What if I give in? Just once. A taste to satisfy the craving. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest; maybe if I had her once, this obsession would vanish. But I was a fool. I knew that the moment my skin touched hers, I would be an addict. I would never want to let go.

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

"Obsession is meant to be lethal. I'll ask you when you'll get obsessed with a particular unlucky person." "I could say the same for Sasha." "Love, obsession...all these kinds of phrases and emotions are beyond my understanding. I only know one thing and that is addiction." Mason said and stood up, walking to the door but he halted on his steps. "What is more dangerous obsession or addiction?" He asked and Ragnar made a face as if thinking. "Both could destroy," Ragnar said and a satisfied smirk caressed Mason's lips before he left the room. ********** Sasha jumped on the bed once she strode inside the room and covered her body with the duvet. She didn't realize that she was shaking a little

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

“Why the fidgeting?” He rubs at his jawline. “I have an attention issue and get distracted. A bird that flies by the window, someone coughing, you—especially you. Doesn’t mean I’m not smart. It just takes me a while to take it all in.” He taps one of the pens on his desk. Especially you. “ADD?” I’ve read enough to know a little about it. “Technically, ADHD, but I don’t jive with putting a label on it.”

Meanwhile, Gabriella approached Cadu, offering him a careful listening. Gabriella: Cadu, can we talk a little? I realize that you and Gina are going through a difficult time in your relationship. We would like to better understand what is happening. Cadu sighed, his features loaded with frustration. Cadu: Gabriella, I love Gina, but I feel that our worldviews are very different. She is more focused and has a more serious mentality, while I am more relaxed and like to enjoy the moment. This has generated constant conflicts between us.

I didn't want to ever let go of Lisa but this. Shit! I can't let go of her. ' I can never let go of you, Lisa. You are my addiction. My obsession. An addiction I don't want to get rid of. One I am incapable of getting rid of.'

"I'm just also focused on your sad bachelor life. You sure you're not just married to your laptop, bro?" Before I could respond, my sister Sierra chimed in from across the table, smirking behind her juice glass. "Seriously, even people who swear they'll 'never get married' are tying the knot these days. What exactly is your plan? Live alone with your laptop forever?" "I don't need a plan. I'm fine." My mother placed a hand on her chest. "Fine? Fine? Who wants to be 'fine' at your age?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mom…"

I suck her clit into my mouth and her entire body shakes with pleasure. She's my high and I'm addicted to her as I watch her eyes roll back. A niggling doubt exists at the back of my brain, knowing like a crack addict that my addiction is dangerous, but quitting is just as difficult. I push it out of the forefront of my mind and focus on the beauty before me, drowning in this feeling. And I devour her, wanting nothing but to bring her to climax as if I'm a slave to her pleasure. Never before have I felt such a desperate need to inflict pleasure, it's normally pain.