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~NORA~ From the moment I set my eyes on Nathan's pants and noted the outline of his cock that strained unabashedly against his pants, I'd been craving this. To have that thick cock on my lips, my tongue flicking around the tip shamelessly, just like I was doing right now. To taste the milkiness of his cum and watch it drip down my thick breasts. Fuck! He arched further against me, his cock throbbing with his head thrown backward while blessing my ears with grunts and guttural groans.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

My breath catches, a sharp gasp, and I scramble back, my hands slipping on the tile as panic claws up my throat, raw and suffocating. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who hides in books and shadows, the one who’s never been special, never been anything but ordinary. This can’t be real. But the broken window, glass glittering across the counter like fallen stars, the faint scratches on the floor where my nails—claws—dug in… it’s all real. Too real. My heart pounds, the hum under my skin a storm I can’t control, and I can still see it—Tyler’s body rippling, fur spreading across his skin, his growl shaking the room as he fought that thing. He’s human again now, his leather jacket torn at the shoulde

And a smirk that made me want to slap him or kiss him… I still hadn't decided which, even after two years of trying to figure it out. "You're full of shit," I said. "I'm full of facts. There's a difference." "You think you can make me cum just by reading to me? In a library?" "I think I can make you cum by reading the phone book if I do it right." His voice dropped, low and rough, the kind of voice that belonged in a bedroom with the lights off and the sheets warm, not here between stacks of dusty books that smelled like decay. "But I was thinking about something, a little more... literary."

Her body was taking him to hell, making him long for her heavenly beauty. He wanted to steal her soul and make her his.Her hypnotizing eyes were making him crave.Crave for something that didn't belong to him. He was craving for her. " He was craving for her, cravings that possess every letter of her name,and such desires seem to have no end!"

Dean 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. Dean chuckles and Holden sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

I am at his mercy. “Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

He yanked my skirt up and ripped my soaked panties down my legs, tossing them aside. His fingers spread my pussy lips wide, exposing my dripping hole to the cool air. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Still full of my cum from earlier and already aching for more. You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. “I crave it constantly. Even with the rumors closing in, it only makes me wetter knowing we’re risking it all.” My clit throbbed visibly under his stare as he freed his cock, stroking it slowly. It looked even bigger tonight, veins pulsing, the head shiny with precum.

Dean 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. Dean chuckles and Holden sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

He could feel the phantom protocol trying to lure him back, a seductive promise of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "This 'Digital Palate' they're talking about," Riska continued, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness, "it's not about controlling what we eat, directly. It's about controlling how we crave. Every bite is engineered to be just satisfying enough to keep us hooked, but never fully satisfied." "So, we're all addicted to fleeting perfection?" Kevin choked out, a haunted look in his eyes. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I… I can't stop thinking about it. That perfect chew, that kick of chili… it’s driving me insane."