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Lena stared for a heartbeat, her mouth watering. "Go on," Caleb urged, his voice a rough command. "Show me how much you wanted this." She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the heat of him. He let out a low, guttural groan, his hand sliding into her hair to guide her. Lena took him deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate him, the salty taste of him overwhelming her senses. She looked up at him through her lashes, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he hissed through his teeth.

The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break. And then— Daniel’s lips hovered at her throat, so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And in that fragile, breathless moment, everything inside her leaned toward him—her body, her pulse, and her hunger—knowing full well that once desire becomes action, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

The testament of a love so unrelenting, so fierce, so intentional, a love that shouldn't have been from the very beginning but was meant to be in the very end. This is the love story of Thea and Angel. THE END Hello everyone! THANK YOU FOR READING HORNY DRIPS HOT CRAVINGS! I have some exciting news! I'll be working on a second version of this book, "To Crave The Forbidden." This decision comes after receiving requests from editors on various platforms and from local readers for a non-erotic version. After a year of consideration, I've decided to create a version that all readers can enjoy, focusing on the beautiful love story of Angel and Thea.

Draven thought in his head. “I don't know why I am craving weird things but I have never felt this way and I feel like if I don't satisfy this urge, I’d die,” she took her face to his own. “What do you crave?” he asked, he knew it would be weird but it can never be as weird as Apple and curry. He had never seen anyone eat that combination. “You are Alpha hence you are very strong and you can do anything so it won't be a big deal, right?” she asked and he nodded, moving closer. His head swelled when she called him Alpha.

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

AMARA'S P.O.V “Why pretend you don’t want me, Amara?” Luke’s words hung heavy in the air, suffocating me. His body caged mine against the cold wall of the kitchen, his breath hot against my lips. My chest rose and fell too quickly, the space between us electric, unbearable. I swallowed hard, trying to summon strength I didn’t feel. “You’re insane.” He smirked, that infuriating curve of his mouth I couldn’t look away from. “Insane for you? Maybe.”

“She’s dragging it out of me. Every time I smell her, it’s like setting a match to everything I’ve buried.” “You love her.” I stopped. The word felt like a bullet lodged between my ribs. I turned back slowly. “Don’t say that.” “It’s true, though, isn’t it?” “No.” I walked up to him, jaw tight. “You’re wrong. I don’t love her. I crave her. There’s a difference.” “Craving doesn’t make you hesitate in the middle of a feeding. Craving doesn’t make you run after her to stop her from escaping and then carry her unconscious body home. Craving doesn’t make you rage at yourself after.”

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

One accidental brush of her skin against mine, and I was obsessed, craving not just her body but the exquisite challenge of breaking her spirit, owning her screams like a symphony composed for my ears alone. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time—nothing. Had I pushed too far with my proposition? It was straightforward, brutally honest: one million dollars wired immediately to erase her mother's crippling debts, unlimited access to the best medical care money could buy—private jets to specialists, experimental treatments, whatever it took. In exchange? Her complete surrender. Thirty days of her as my personal feast—rough, unrelenting, my cock buried in her tight heat whenever the hunger st