I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

“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.

“She’s dragging it out of me. Every time I smell her, it’s like setting a match to everything I’ve buried.” “You love her.” I stopped. The word felt like a bullet lodged between my ribs. I turned back slowly. “Don’t say that.” “It’s true, though, isn’t it?” “No.” I walked up to him, jaw tight. “You’re wrong. I don’t love her. I crave her. There’s a difference.” “Craving doesn’t make you hesitate in the middle of a feeding. Craving doesn’t make you run after her to stop her from escaping and then carry her unconscious body home. Craving doesn’t make you rage at yourself after.”

Kaleb's pov Does this girl not know how she fucking drives me insane?! She's now my waking thought and haunts me even in my dreams. Bailey Reed was starting to become an addiction I crave every single day. And you know what? I loved it. I loved craving her. Wanting her. Jesus, I only craved her. But I want more, this urgency to always be with her... This craving that was soon becoming a desperation. God. What had she done to me?