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I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

"The book is almost done. But the final chapter... it is still unfinished. It needs the darkest part. It needs your total surrender. No holding back. No limits. Are you ready to give me everything?" My heart raced. I had come so far already. The fear was still there, but the pull toward him was stronger. "Yes," I whispered. "I am ready." He smiled slowly, dark and satisfied. "Good girl. This will be the climax. I will narrate it as we go. Every touch, every moan goes into the book. You are my muse. My everything." He started by undressing me right there in the study. His hands moved slow, peeling off my clothes piece by piece. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, taking his time to s

Yara rolled her eyes, "See? Your cravings don't have to be disgusting." Damien walked in our suite and asked, "How's my beautiful mate?" I answered, "Having it out with her wolf, at the moment." He chuckled, "I heard. She told Zolten that I should come and rescue you from yourself." I laughed, "I'm having one of my weird cravings again and she refuses to let it stay down, when I try to eat it." He asked, "Do I want to know what this craving is?" I cringed, "pickles and peanut butter." He shuttered, "I don't blame her." I explained, "I told her the pups must be needing salt and protein, so she told me to eat some jerky. I did and that helped." He nodded, "Much better idea."

Chapter 56 And what would you like to feast upon, my dear?" he asked, his tone playful yet tender. I paused for a moment, contemplating the overwhelming list of cravings that had plagued me throughout the day. "Pizza," I began, ticking off the items on my fingers. "Burgers, fries, tacos... Oh, and sushi! I'm craving sushi like you wouldn't believe." Alexander's eyes widened in amusement as I continued. "And desserts, oh my! I want chocolate cake, ice cream, cookies, and a mountain of whipped cream. I could go on forever, but I think that's enough for now."

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

And again it seems after I had woken up and wanted more. Good heavens I still wanted to kill him but I couldn’t I desperately went after him, I couldn’t help it that my body was craving him. Was it the juice, but it shouldn’t have made me drunk or horny like that. Was it the pregnancy hormones, I really didn’t find men interesting these days but it seemed the bastard was the exception. I seemed to crave him like I did food and that was not healthy, he was my boss and a bastard that I couldn’t stand.

he asked, confusion stayed on his face. “You were drunk, and you didn’t even notice my swollen cheeks!” I answered. “Your family abused me at home, in addition that you f*cked me last night although I told you to stop!” “Babe, I was drunk—” “Well, damn you to hell anyway!” I screamed at his face and pushed him away. I don’t care now, what I realize is the only thing I wanted. I am so sure that I wanted to be free now. After years of being married with him, the early months were the only timeline that made me so happy and alive. Now, everything was choking me to my own death.

Chapter One Hundred And Eight Zara’s POV I wake up to the sound of my rumbling stomach, a sensation that has become all too familiar in the past few weeks. It's not just hunger; it's a deep, gnawing craving that seems to consume my every thought. The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own.

I just had to ask it. Only, I couldn’t make my lips form words. I couldn’t move my lips at all, actually, latched as they were to what I now recognised as a wrist. My tongue was little better, retracting to swallow every time enough liquid reached my throat, but otherwise squirming forward to work into a strange crevice that seemed to be the source of that substance I was craving so much. Yes, Favilla, that’s it. Take as much as you want, alright? the voice murmured. It was a rumble right beneath my ear, and I could feel it reverberate through the entire right side of my neck.

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.