I Keep Craving Craving You Mga Nobela at Kwento

And deep down, you know the truth: No matter how good he is… part of you will always crave what I do to you. So keep going, baby. Touch yourself like I’m right there watching you. Let the fantasy take over completely. Cum for me while you read these words. Let that hot, pulsing release crash through you — the one that makes your thighs shake violently, your back arch off the bed, and your pussy gush all over your fingers in wet, messy pulses. And when you finally fuck him tonight… or when you cum alone in the dark… Whisper my name. Because I’m already deep inside you.

Rufus pulled back just enough to look at me, his hand gripping my face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said softly. “But I think you do. I think you’ve been craving more for a while now.” His fingers traced down my neck, over the necklace. “Tell me the truth, Bronte. Do you want to feel what it’s like to be completely taken?” I stood there shaking, in a position between terror and a dark aching need I couldn’t deny anymore. Down the hall, Chloe was waiting in my room, completely clueless.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

There was no anger, no coldness, no jealousy. Just… concern. I let out a shaky breath, feeling my chest ache. “I… I’m having a craving,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting slightly. “A craving?” I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Yeah. It’s… it’s really strong. I couldn’t sleep because of it.” Blaze’s lips twitched, a small smile forming. “And that’s why you came here?”

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

The bartender, a black young man in his late twenties looked up, startled for a second, not because she was familiar, but because she looked like a vision carved from heartbreak and poise. “What can I get you, Ma'am?” he asked. She smiled faintly. “Something strong.” He nodded, reached for a bottle of amber liquor, and poured. “Whiskey neat?” She didn’t blink. “Make it double.” The first sip burned her throat. The second warmed her chest. By the third, she felt the room blur softly around the edges, the noise, the light, the music, all of it blending into a quiet hum that numbed the ache inside her.

“Y-yes—fuck, yes—” I smear precome in slow, teasing circles until he’s shaking. “God, you’re perfect,” I breathe against his temple, kissing the sweat there. “You want my cock, don’t you, baby?” A sob tears out of him. His hands finally move—clutching at my shoulders, his nails digging into my sweaty skin. “Please,” he breathes. “Please, Nico—I need—” I cut him off with another deep, claiming kiss. Then I spin him around in one swift motion so his back slams against my chest.

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

"Just let me know what you need." Erica was indeed terrible, and she was making her crazy with sexual cravings thought. She got in the position she had envisioned getting Robert's dick in, twisted around, hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said, and it felt quite a bit better to let it out. "Do it, kindly do it, Just fuck me senseless." Erica squeezed two fingers against the mouth of her pussy opening and surrounded the edge. "Who, who would you like to fuck you? Say his name. I need to hear you say it."

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.