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Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

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

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?"