I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

Another version of the code she had spent her whole life trying to break free from. Cassian stepped closer. He didn’t touch her yet. “What if I can’t do it?” he asked quietly. “What if I look at you and still see you even when it’s not?” She didn’t answer with words. She leaned in, rested her forehead against his, and whispered: “Then promise me you’ll see me once. And destroy me anyway.” He closed his eyes. Let the silence sit between them. Then he nodded. Once. Sharp. Because if that day came?

Yet hours passed by and I lost my senses at the sight of his cock, I bit my lower lip, till they spilled blood reality dawning on me. Time went by just like the wind, yet I still thirsted for him. My body craved for wild touch Are you up for a quickie?” the statement slipped through my lips. My breath shook beneath my words , and after a few seconds of asking without receiving a response I began to feel awkward. The truth was…… I still want more of him, I still wanted to moan out really loud. “What, why are you staring at me like this?” he smirked dangerously, staring down at my naked body.

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

I wanted more, No I craved for more, way much more. I subconsciously clutched a handful of his clothes and tugged at it. I wanted him, I need him to be closer, no, not just closer, I needed to feel his naked skin pressed directly against mine. I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself. Rurac...what exactly have you done to me?

"I am. Always. I'm hungry for you. I crave you all the time." "I crave you, too, Daddy." "Tell Daddy what you want him to do. I want to hear you use your words."

I wanted a taste. I was suddenly hit with an intense thirst that can be quenched only by having a taste. Fuck, my canines were aching so bad. But I also knew exactly what that meant. I've found a new obsession. But this time it's so strong and powerful. That's how it has been over the past years. If I crave blood that isn't that of my mate's, I will continue to crave different people's blood until I meet my mate, whose blood will put an end to these cravings, since her blood will be the only blood I will forever crave.

she said, and I couldn't help from closing my eyes; why did she have this much hold on me? "Adonis," her voice suddenly turned serious, and I couldn't help but take in a deep breath. "M... Mistress," I said, but instead of feeling ashamed, I felt my arousal intensify once more. "It seems you still know how to speak," she said, and I wanted to reply, but I didn't even know what to say. My dick jumped nonstop and that kind of craving is getting stronger and stranger. I gulped "Mistress...?" I called, my voice so low, but I knew she heard me. "Can you tell me more about this craving?" I asked. After a moment she spoke "I don't need to tell you, I will show it to you directly, of course with you

"I won't play matchmaker. I just really want you to find someone too. Someone you can be with, like the way I'm with Chris." "You don't have to do that. I'm fine like this," she lied through her teeth. **** Midnight cravings were crazy. They were like demons possessing their victims, making them lose all sense of logicality, till their thirst was fully satisfied, their hunger satiated. Only then, would they leave, watching their victims stare in awe at the empty wrappers of devouring destruction they had caused. Enemies of dieting. Those crazy spirits! Anyways, Ivy was possessed and she knew it, because why else would she be going through the kitchen, looking for chocolates at 2:07 am?

With Aurora, however, kissing felt different, awakening a newfound craving within him. Now, he knew he couldn't resist indefinitely. The desire for Aurora consumed him, and he craved more of her. Her essence was like sugar, a taste that lingers and entices, no matter how many times one has it. He yearned to savor her repeatedly, unable to quench his insatiable thirst for her presence.