I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.

My mind suddenly went blank, and all I could do was stare at the gate meters away from the mansion. I should go out and unwind. I have to clear my thoughts today. Everything has become too heavy inside. I should forget about it. That’s it! I should invite Macey for a coffee date. “Macey?” I called out. “Let’s go to Times Square. Let’s have a coffee and call out to our friends to come over. It’s on me. “ “Oh yeah!” Macey answered. “You should relax, wait up! I’ll invite Camille and others to join our call. “

"You're at your desk, in your night clothes. Your face is flushed up as you're speaking to me and your body is tingling with desire and struggling to keep your breathing under control. You are craving me, craving that you woke up with my cock buried deep inside you and my hands around your neck, thrusting into you slowly–” Fuck! I was soaking wet. I wanted to end the call but I was frozen. "–I know that you are thinking about me and you're soaking wet. I know that you aren't in any underwear and your juices are dripping down your legs and soaking your seat. You want to touch yourself but you are scared to give in to your desires about me. You are just dying to moan my name and tell me how go

He plunged his tongue in and swept through Evan’s whole mouth, and he caressed everywhere he had missed so much. “Fuck!” he cursed inside him as he captured Evans’ nibble tongue. How long had he tasted this tongue, how long had he craved to kiss this little mouth, to suck the tongue crazily, to do more to the young man? He wanted him… he had always wanted him so much, but he had always been careful, holding himself back from pushing Evans down and sucking those pale lips. These past few days, whenever he was tired, he’d wish he could bury himself inside Evans, he’d wish he could have him, become one with him and hear him moan his name, but he also knew he couldn't.

she said softly, “that you’ll keep fighting everyone—me, him, even yourself—just to convince yourself you’re better than me. But you’re not.” “That’s not true.” She took a step forward, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re just like me, Sabrina.” “No,” I whispered. “I’m not.” “You crave attention,” she said. “You love being wanted by men who shouldn’t want you. You think your love for Ace makes you different, but it doesn’t. It makes you just like me.” My chest heaved. “You don’t know what love is.” “Neither do you,” she said. “You just call it something prettier.”

Evelyn Hart saved Bryan Kingsley’s life once. He repaid her by ruining hers. As children, she pulled him from a river, but her sister Lily stole the credit before he woke. Bryan grew up loving Lily, while Evelyn became the quiet girl no one remembered. Years later, when Lily was left paralyzed after a mysterious accident, Evelyn took the blame. Bryan believed the worst of her, forced her into a loveless marriage and spent three years making her pay for a lie she never told. Then Lily came back, walking and looking beautiful and ready to reclaim him. Bryan divorced Evelyn without hesitation, and Evelyn disappeared with a broken heart, a secret from his dead mother and a child he did not

he asked with concern. I nodded and returned my attention to eating. "Y-Yes. Let's just eat quickly because I want to rest," I said softly. "Okay," I heard Yohan say. I swallowed hard and glanced at Yohan again before focusing on my food. This craving is new to me... craving to have sex with Yohan. I feel like if I don't get what I want now, I'll cry out of frustration.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.