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The woman-shaped security blanket he could wrap himself in whenever things got hard? “She’s helping me get over Chelsea,” Sebastian continued, completely oblivious to the way I was white-knuckling the steering wheel again. “That’s all just a distraction. Nothing serious.” Why can’t I be the distraction? I wanted to scream. Why can’t I be the one helping you forget? Aren’t I attractive enough? I’ve won Face of the Pack three times! I’ve been Miss Wolf for three years! What the actual fuck do I need to do to get you to see me as a woman instead of just… whatever this is?

She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” she whispered against my lips, her hand sliding between my thighs to cup my soaked pussy. “You came here hating me, and now you’re licking my cunt like you can’t get enough.” I whimpered as she slowly circled my clit again. “I… I shouldn’t want this.” “But you do,” she said, sliding two fingers back inside me. “You’re going to crave this. Crave me. Even when you’re lying next to your husband at night.”

It was clear this possessive side. "You are," I told him. "Good girl," He again grinded his rock hard dick into my sweet pussy sending waves of pleasure before withdrawing again. "Just fuck me please," I begged, it was torture to me and I just wanted him to continue fucking me and never end. I was thirsty. My core was aching with need for his cock. I wanted to be fucked so badly. "Do you like it when I fuck you hard Bella?" Kristrin asked. He was playing with my mind, as if he was trying to hypnotize me.

I love him, I love him so fucking much. After licking the chocolate from my twins and tummy. He stood straight, gazing at me passionately with a sexy smile on his face. He leaned down, touching his face with mine. I closed my eyes in response, feeling his touch. "You drive me crazy, Princess. You're irresistible." As he whispered, his breath caressed my face and electricity ran down my spine. "I need you now." He suddenly whispered and I opened my eyes. I need him too. I'm feeling like I've been craving for him for ages. We made love last night, but now I'm craving like this. This is seriously insane.

"How's your new website coming along?" "Who cares?" I was fighting now not to pant as my arousal ratcheted. Jack caught the frantic look on my face because right when I was about to scream out my orgasm, he leaned over and kissed me, capturing my cry with his lips. I must have nipped unintentionally because I tasted blood along with chocolate and champagne, and that made the climax even longer and harder.

I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop. I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed. The craving for my little Cupcake is becoming insatiable, like a hunger that keeps growing stronger. Images of her perfect ass bouncing on my dick instantly has a tent peaking in my pants. Great, one taste and I'm fucking addicted. I have to get her out of here before I lose my mind.

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?

I collapse on the floor, burning hot, dizzy—like my whole body is on edge, unraveling. “The hell, Sunshine? Talk to me. What the hell’s going on?” I look up at him, breathless, my palm against the cold tile. And just when I thought the nausea had passed, something worse hits— a craving. A very specific craving. My mouth goes dry. My tongue feels foreign. I blink, wide-eyed. “I’m craving red oranges,” I whisper. Of all things. Red. Freaking. Oranges.

During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.