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Raw and unfiltered. “I don’t want to be the one who breaks her,” I admitted. Her expression softened further. “You’re not breaking her,” she said gently. “You’re giving her the truth.” “That doesn’t make it better.” “No,” she agreed. Another pause. “But it makes it honest.” Silence settled again. But this time it didn't feel suffocating. It felt… clear. Painful. But clear. I leaned slightly into her touch without thinking, my eyes closing briefly as I let the moment settle.

I was writhing beneath him, begging without shame, and he looked like he was barely holding on to his composure. "Please," I gasped. "Damien, please…." He rolled on the condom and positioned himself, his eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you want this." "I want this. I want you. Please….." He pushed inside slowly, and we both groaned at the sensation. He was big, stretching me perfectly, filling me completely. He paused when he was fully seated, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel incredible," he breathed.

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

He does not touch me, it is as if I have a disease and he has to stay as far away as possible not to catch it and die. I want to be with him. I want him to love me as much as I want to love him, but he makes it seem as if he finds me repulsive. I am a beautiful girl, I am of Alpha blood, I have been trained by my mother to be the perfect Luna, but he does not care! Not at all! I cry because I crave him. I cannot help it. I want to feel his body on top of mine, I want to feel his hands grabbing me, I want his lips against mine, I want his eyes looking into mine as he thrusts—

I froze, every nerve standing on edge. Then he inhaled slowly, deliberately, as though drinking in my scent. My pulse tripped over itself, my hands twitching at my sides. “Sweet,” he murmured against my skin, his mouth dangerously close to the curve of my jaw. “Addictive.” “Rowan,” I breathed, though I didn’t even know if it was a plea for him to stop or to continue. He ignored it, dipping his head lower until his lips hovered just beside my ear. His voice was molten, intimate, sinful.

The next morning, Jace woke up and looked beside him to see me sleeping, facing him. He smiled "Wow, you look beautiful when you're sleeping. I'm amazed by how much you care about me. You undressed me and saw things you weren't supposed to see, but you're my wife, so it's nothing. Still, I felt a bit embarrassed. You look so beautiful; you're really the angel I asked God for. I love everything about you. I pray you'll love me the way I am in love with you. I'm deeply in love with you," he said sharply, wrapping his hands around my waist.

Each kiss fuels it, each slide of his hands across my chest and sides urge me on. Each time he sinks into my pussy and wrings moans from my throat, it proves one thing. This isn’t a one-time affair, this is addictive. The thing about addictions? They have so much power to hurt you, and without them…without them, life is torture. How will I survive walking away from this when I know the bliss I can find in his touch? “Stay with me, Angel,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine as he drives into me, pushing away each depressing thought.

"You see. All the men were talking about you. They like you but they are scared you're going to snob them if they should approach you. I confirmed it when you didn't pass a friendly face to the nice lady with the pixie cut." "You approached me anyway." "I decided to try." "So you came with a nice pick-up line?." "No. Everything I said is true. Your beauty is magnetizing." "You know what I think is magnetizing? This." She pointed to the painting. "What was the inspiration?" "When a wine is good, you can't get enough of it. But you have to control it to not get addicted." "What if you're already addicted?" "Then the fact that you can't get enough of it will put your addiction in check."

"Maybe he was tired last night as after leaving me, he was going to shift to another place. I waited for his call the whole night as I did not want him to disturb his work. And when I dozed off while waiting I did not realize that. But now, I can't wait anymore. I am missing him badly. I wished that he would be here with me. It's not my fault, he made me like that in his presence. He made this habit of mine where my morning started with him preparing my bed tea and then we had it together. My morning actually started with him only and now when I can't see him around me, I feel bad. It's all your fault, Christian. Why did you make me addicted to you so much that now I can't even spare a seco

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or