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I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

"I'm gonna wreck you." I grinned, shameless and breathless. "Promises, promises." And then he was on me again, climbing over me, his mouth everywhere my chest, my throat, the slope of my hip, worshipping and ravenous all at once. His hands roamed, dragging nails, squeezing, grabbing like he was afraid I'd vanish if he didn't hold me hard enough. I arched up to meet every touch, shameless and soaking wet, lost in the way he said my name like a curse and a prayer all at once.

When you go too long without a mate, you start to lose your essence, everything that gives you substance. Life had begun to lose its flavor long ago, and now, even the routine of running his security empire, a business he had built after two centuries of dabbling in countless other dealings, felt hollow to him. He took over the company when it was small and technology was just starting out. His father left it to him when he passed away, and he had turned it into a multi-million-dollar empire. He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside.

I didn’t hate Damian Hayes. I craved him.

I'm cumming, oh don't stop, I begged And he didn't even notice when my legs trembled and it felt like I was going to pull his head “You taste so good mama, he could eat your pussy all night” he moans In as swift a moment my dress buttons were flying about, he held my hands up in the air and he placed his wet tongue on my nipples, sucking it faster and jamming his fingers into my pussy. Yes yes Papi! I could die of the pleasure but it would be a good death. The more I struggled with his grip the harder his mouth was on my nipples. Papi please, this is… too much I cried

Waking up frustrated over being needy for a man, who seemed to purposely dangle what I want in my face without giving it to me already set a nasty tone for my day. Then coming up to see that not a single read or view on the book I published sent me spiraling. I thought it was a masterpiece. I read that book so many times and every time I did, I edited it till it was near perfection. The external validation I got made it seem like I would become a top author the very second my book was up, and now…

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

The stirrups kept my legs spread wide, completely helpless as he used me. The nurse’s footsteps moved closer to the hallway. Dr. Crowe slammed into me harder, his hand tightening over my mouth. “Don’t you dare scream. Bite my hand if you have to, but stay quiet while I fill this greedy cunt.” The extreme danger pushed me right to the edge. Every thrust felt electric. His cock hit that perfect spot over and over while his body pressed me down into the table. I came violently.

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.