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“On what?” “Whether or not there’s popcorn involved.” “There is,” he said, smirking. “Well I have very specific needs.” He groaned. “Oh God. What now?” “Chocolate drizzle. And chopped pickles.” He stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You… you want what?” “Don’t judge me.” “It’s not judgment. It’s concern. Are you pregnant?” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” “That’s a pregnancy craving. That’s not a snack. That’s a food crime.”

" I leaned back and kissed him slow and sweet. When I pulled back he wanted more. " Hmm I have the craziest craving. " Aaron chuckled . " what ?" " I want some Bar One ice-cream with Oreos and that chocolate cake that is gooey in the middle with marshmallow chocolate source." "Love by dark chocolate." " In my case its unconditional love by white chocolate ." " ha ha I know you and need you to say it out loud ." I pulled back grabbed a pillow and threw it at him "Nope. I'd rather show you hot stuff ."

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.

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

Ruby's pov I braced my feet against the headboard, my thighs shaking as I stared at my phone screen. The video playing on it was loud, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I was so sex-deprived it felt like a sickness. Carl hadn't touched me in months, and when he did, it was over in two minutes before he rolled over and went to sleep. I couldn't live like this anymore. The frustration had built up inside me until I felt like I was going to explode.

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.”

The first time he used it, it reminded me of the past, but right now, I can't bring myself to think about that. His lips graze my ear “I thought you could control yourself” I clench my jaw. I will not give him that satisfaction. Even as my hips betray me by bucking into his fist. His teeth graze my neck, his tongue flicking over the bloodied cut again, and I can feel myself breaking, teetering on the edge of something raw and dangerous. “You’re poison, and I can’t stop drinking,” he rasps, voice cracked with hunger. “Say that again, see how desperate you sound.”

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.

I could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the breathing of earthworms beneath the soil. I also heard a faint, familiar cry coming from the golden energy of a distant pack. It was my essence, and it was weeping. I focused my mind on its distant lament. … Back at the healing sanctuary, Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body arched violently, as if something had struck her hard in the chest. Then, she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the pooling red on the floor, a single drop of golden liquid shimmered faintly.

“Is this some kind of BDSM shit?” He shook his head sideways as a scoff rolled out of his mouth. “Unfortunately, this isn’t.” He chuckled before folding the hand of the doctor coat as he winked at me. “This? This is PRESCRIPTION FOR PLEASURE. Open your mouth for me, Selene.” He purred with a blissful, seductive voice. The phrase “Prescription for Pleasure” made heat flood my entire core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter. I opened my mouth, and Doctor Charles shoved his coat inside my mouth so that I wouldn’t be able to speak anymore.