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For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always. THE END

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

Crysta makes a small, choked sound. And I can’t fucking breathe.

“It’s been… a long time. My ex never really cared about my pleasure. He’d just push my legs open, shove his cock inside me for a few minutes, grunt a couple times, and cum. Then he’d roll over and fall asleep. I’d lie there afterwards feeling used and empty, like my body was just a hole for him to use.” Dr. Marcus’s pen had stopped moving. His intense dark eyes were locked on me, burning with a heat that made my skin tingle. He shifted in his chair, uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed. “I want to feel wanted,” I continued, my voice growing breathy. “I want someone to take their time with my breasts,

“You want to be touched in ways you've never been….owned, lied to, worshipped by something so sharp it could cut you open” “I…I just want to matter” I finally said, my voice cracking. “Even if it's fake….at least till I die” He tilted his head. “You want to be mine….” He snarled slowly. “But not loved” “I…I want to feel alive…” I replied. “Hmm…..” he hummed. “You want to taste damnation…but not enough to choke on it” I said nothing. He lowered his tone. “You're either very brave…..or….very fucking stupid”

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.

Hey, Sweethearts!(^^) I'm back! Who've missed me and my daily notifications? Haha. So this is the announcement I promised to make last Friday. CRAVE is now out for your reading. There are currently three chapters available, and you can click on my author's icon to read or simply search for it. And while you're at that, please remember this is a new book and will be needing your support in terms of gems, comments and reviews. I hope you'll be willing to give that:-)

"I won't play matchmaker. I just really want you to find someone too. Someone you can be with, like the way I'm with Chris." "You don't have to do that. I'm fine like this," she lied through her teeth. **** Midnight cravings were crazy. They were like demons possessing their victims, making them lose all sense of logicality, till their thirst was fully satisfied, their hunger satiated. Only then, would they leave, watching their victims stare in awe at the empty wrappers of devouring destruction they had caused. Enemies of dieting. Those crazy spirits! Anyways, Ivy was possessed and she knew it, because why else would she be going through the kitchen, looking for chocolates at 2:07 am?

Jacob said beside me and I smile at him. "Stop being a creep" His nose touched mine before he pulled away, a grin on his face. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Anything you have," I say in a small voice, my eyes swooning. "How does roasted bread with eggs sound to you? I'll make your coffee however you like it" his hand rubbed up and down my arm and unlike that man at the bar last night that creeped me out by doing that, I felt eased and slightly turned on.