Novel & Cerita Addiction: A 60's Love Story

"Ohhhhh... What have I done... Why do I have to cheat on my wife...? Ohh... This is terrible! How do I tell her and get her to forgive me for this that I have done? Gush!" Bryan rested his head on his desk, and cried like a baby... Regretting his actions. It wasn't easy for him, that he could not concentrate on his work again for that day. But Adrien walked away from his office with so much joy in her heart, that she had finally gotten her boss to make love to her, and he even made it less stressful for her to get him. Even her colleagues saw her mood, and began to wonder what her reason for her smiles was. They just could not place their hands on anything, for Adrien had been in that same h

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.

The distance is correct. The snow is still falling outside the window, though lighter now. The blizzard's fury has downgraded to something quieter, a steady, patient accumulation that shows no sign of stopping. The roads are still buried. The world outside this room remains inaccessible, which means the world inside it is all there is. My father died because he couldn't control his need for his mate. Chained himself in silver. Chewed through his own wrists. I grew up terrified of becoming that. The madness, the loss of control, the animal need that ate a man alive.

She was totally addicted, totally surrendered, totally his. The addiction had a name: Ashan. The End.

“Congratulations. She’s gone. I said exactly what you told me to say.” “And?” she prompted. “And it feels like hell,” I snapped. She studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Pain doesn’t mean it was the wrong choice.” I turned on her sharply. “You think this is just pain?” She met my gaze without flinching. “I think this is withdrawal.” That stopped me. “Love,” she continued evenly, “is an addiction for men like you. It's intense, consuming and dangerous.” “She grounded me,” I shot back. “She stopped me from becoming—”

His lips trembled as he stared at Vincent, struggling to form a difficult sentence, "What do you mean by saying that?" "Don't you remember everything you did last night?" Vincent asked sharply without waiting for Harry's response, grabbing Harry's strong shoulders and bending down to look straight into his blue eyes, quickly continuing. "Addiction will make you lose your mind to the point of not recognizing loved ones. Last night, you went crazy once. If I had been a second late, you would have strangled her to death for sure." 'Strangle her to death for sure.' This statement stabbed directly into Harry's mind, continuously disturbing his thoughts and plunging straight into his heart like a

“For most people, I think.” “What about you?” He chuckles. “I’m definitely most people. It took me a while to free myself of mine.” I don’t tell him that I’m most people too. “You know,” he adds, “they say being in love is like having a drug addiction. And first love is like the first hit. It’s all kinds of powerful and unforgettable.” I empty the glass and then hold it tightly between my fingers. Well, that’s… Not comforting at all. He rakes his hand through his hair, pushing back long strands that had fallen forward. “Having trouble with yours?”

He took off his shoes and climbed on top of her, who pushed back the sheets and let Vince settle between her legs. “I want you all the time, Lina. As soon as you give me permission, I'm going to delight in this oasis of lust that you have between your legs,” he moved his hand down and pulled up her dress, then ran his finger over her panties, feeling that she was already getting wet, and smiled. “You are my addiction. We, in the mafia, cannot afford to have addictions to narcotic substances. But you… Lina, you are my own brand of drug.”