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His voice was deep and commanding, exactly like thunder. “I should be the one asking you if you’ll cum inside.” Oh shit! The words slipped out in a whisper before I could stop them. I quickly pressed my lips together. Thank goodness neither of them heard me. I snapped out of my daze. “Oh sorry Ke—n,” I stammered, quickly correcting myself. “I mean, Uncle Ken.” My face turned pink as I hurried inside. My parents followed. This is the beginning of my unholy cravings and desires.

He added. His words were so blunt that it made heat flood my core, and I hated how much I wanted him to prove his point right then and there. Although, Doctor Charles was right. It had been a month since I last had sex, and to make things worse, I craved sex right now more than I even wanted to admit and that alone made my thighs press together… and I felt my pulse kick up, scared he could see exactly how much I wanted this. “I want,” I whispered softly, biting onto the side of my lips as I felt a bit embarrassed. Even though I barely knew this doctor, his presence was quite alluring, and right now, I needed something to fill my hole.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

Gabriel kicked the door open and laid me down on the bed like he owned me. I barely caught my breath before he was on top of me, kissing me hard, deep, like he was trying to devour every inch of me. His hands roamed, greedy, rough in all the ways I craved. They slid up my thighs, under my shirt, over my hips. He squeezed like he wanted to leave bruises. "You’re driving me fucking crazy," he growled against my mouth. I gasped, arching up into him, wanting more. Needing it.

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Maybe he wouldn't answer, maybe he'd blocked my number, maybe calling would just confirm that whatever strange connection we'd had was severed by distance and his cruel parting words. But the craving to hear his voice was becoming physically painful, an itch I couldn't scratch no matter how much time I spent with Damon. My hand shook as I lifted the phone again, thumb hovering millimeters from the call button, my heart hammering against my ribs. Deep down, underneath all the confusion about Damon and the justified anger at Marcus's treatment, I still craved him with terrifying intensity. Still wanted his hands on my skin, his mouth claiming mine, the way he made me feel like I was the center

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

"Just let me know what you need." Erica was indeed terrible, and she was making her crazy with sexual cravings thought. She got in the position she had envisioned getting Robert's dick in, twisted around, hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said, and it felt quite a bit better to let it out. "Do it, kindly do it, Just fuck me senseless." Erica squeezed two fingers against the mouth of her pussy opening and surrounded the edge. "Who, who would you like to fuck you? Say his name. I need to hear you say it."

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

The effects of pregnancy. Before Angelo leaves, I get very hungry; it is as if I have not eaten anything for many years. Although my throat tastes like fried food, I ask him, crying: “Love, please, I have many cravings for fried food. Please, it is horrible. I am very hungry, but only for that. My mom said that if you do not fulfill the cravings, the child comes out with his mouth open.” “Okay, love, I already sent one of the guys to bring it to you.”