Craving The Wrong Man Novels & Stories

I'm also keeping a terrible secret from him. He probably senses the black rot inside of me. He's too intelligent not to know I'm wrong in so many ways. Wrong for him. Wrong period. The urge to go inside his house right now is almost excruciating. He's not swimming his laps this morning, so I didn't get my fix. My chance to feel close with him. And I'm craving some kind of compensation. I need to touch something he owns. I need to smell him. Or I'm going to go crazy. Crazier, I should say. I've lost any sense of right and wrong over this man.

Why does the forbidden always have to taste the sweetest and so irresistible? Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, the tip of her tongue slipping out next and seeking entrance into my mouth. She wants this. She wants me. My heart soars. And I let her in…. I allow her to search and taste the whiskey in my mouth. On my tongue. It is a certain kind of madness to crave someone you know you can never have. Someone you know you should not have. But I do not want to let go. Not in a million years. Or in a billion. Never.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy having to stifle my moans so I wouldn’t be heard, but it only added to the pleasure. That night and the morning after, I enjoyed everything Seth, from his kisses to his soft touches down to those deep thrusts that had me begging for more. What is cheating in the grand scheme of things? The horrifying fact that you know what you are doing is by all means wrong, but the fun of doing it adds to the excitement, so this is what Michael enjoys. “Another round?” I asked out of fear, though deep down wanting it so bad. Seth is so scary; we have done it for hours, and he keeps going nonstop. Is it because he is young blood or is he just obsessed with me?

Today, for some reason I couldn’t explain, all I could think about was cold grapes dipped in chocolate, the crunch of the skin giving way to the smooth, rich coating. The cravings struck suddenly, sharply, like my body was trying to whisper something to me that my mind wasn’t ready to hear. Who craves to eat ice at night? Was it one of the symptoms of being in love? I hope not because how am I going to take ice for the rest of my life? Cold grapes dipped in chocolate for the rest of my life? Uh uh, this love effect has to be studied really well, I can’t afford to have diabetes. I shook my head, pushing the thought aside.

“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.”

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

I didn't want to feel that I made a mistake in my choice of a husband but it continues to feel that way right from the very start. Am I a bad girl? Why do I crave the wrong brother?

Her pussy throbbed with the memory of every stolen touch. She knew she would never be the same. And even as guilt washed over her, Alex realized with a shiver that she was already craving the next stolen weekend with desperate hunger.

Chelsea was out of the picture and Sebastian was already moving on, just not with me. I stood there frozen, watching the man I’d loved for ten years grind against a stranger, as my heart shattered into a million pieces. I’d waited ten years, since I was thirteen, believing that being the good friend, the understanding one, the girl who was always there would eventually mean something. That fate and the mate bond would eventually win out over human women and Sebastian’s inexplicable attraction to people who never truly loved him. But standing in this club, watching him touch someone else two hours after crying over Chelsea, I finally understood the truth: Sebastian didn’t want a mate. He want

“This is for the cramps.” I look at the packet in his hand. “You went to get medicine? After I yelled at you?” His expression remains flat. “Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't doing it because you yelled at me.” I lower my eyes, trying to hide the little heat threatening to form. The infuriating man who can make me want to throw something at him and thank him in the same breath. He holds the packet out. “It's something commonly used for menstrual cramps. Take it according to the directions, and don't take it if there's any chance it isn't safe for you.”