I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

"I sure as hell hope you do, guapo. I'm craving you right now.” “Then I’ll make sure you get your fill, Mojito,” I growled and scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom, where I made sure I quenched her cravings.

My nipples suddenly craved his touch. I bit my lips at how anger has quickly changed into pleasure. I wanted him so badly, and the thought of how many questions will be asked or the rumors flying right now as to what I was doing here only added to how insane what he was doing to me was. "Seth, we need to talk," I say, trying to stand my ground even though every part of my body was giving up. "Talk about what?" He asked, his eyes lifted up to look at me. "Talk about what Scarlett," he whispered in my ears, and I closed my ears at the soft yet hard tone of his voice; it made my knee weak.

“He said he couldn’t wait to see me. What changed?” She sat at her vanity and began applying her cream and light makeup, the reflection in the mirror showing more than just her face, it revealed a woman in conflict. “When did I start craving his attention this much? Is it just because he didn’t text me?” She opened her wardrobe and reached for a simple white gown with red details, a colour combination that always made her feel bold, seen. Dressed and composed, she left her flat, slid into her car, and drove to work.

I can tell that's enough for her. "I'm planning to return to Canada for college," I say. Her attention rises to me. "A year to meet you seems like forever," she mopes. "I know, babe," I say. Her lips pout, and she's even more sexy when she does it. "What if you find someone else there?" She tosses aside the pillow. "You're the only girl for me," I say. She's now happy, and so am I. I'm now staring at her breasts, and she realizes I'm staring so hard.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

I jus‍t did‌ n⁠ot know it before. Th‍e craving insi‍de me spreads deeper, festering⁠, consuming. It is not‌ ju⁠st her bod‌y I want.‌ It is everything, her voice and her thou‌ghts. The wa‌y she smiles when she‌ forgets to be careful. T⁠he way she cries when she thinks no one sees. I want all‌ of‌ it, even the parts‌ that⁠ will ru⁠in me.

I did not dare to be reckless anymore, afraid that something even more embarrassing would happen. "Gerald, I want ice cream." "Suck my ice cream." "No-no-no! It's not good. Come on, I want all the ice cream flavors. Hurry, I'm craving!" "Craving or want to be alone?" "Cravings." I feel like someone has cravings, so much to eat ice cream. I've never had cravings before, but it feels like I'm having a heavy craving. ••• We arrived at a tavern. With enthusiasm and half running, I will buy up all the ice cream, somehow I want to eat chocolate flavored ice cream. Usually, I'm not really interested in chocolate.

"What's it going to be, Isabelle?" Malik teased, his cocky grin only adding to the allure. "Do you crave Chase inside your ass or me in your mouth?" I quivered with desire, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. "You know I want both," I replied, my voice betraying my longing. The truth was, I craved the sensation of both of them pleasuring me simultaneously, driving me to heights of ecstasy that I couldn't even imagine. But it wasn't solely about the physical pleasure; it was the deep connection with both of them that made it so intoxicating. It was about the overwhelming sense of being desired and cherished by not one but two men who held my heart in their hands. The thought of experiencing

Her body was taking him to hell, making him long for her heavenly beauty. He wanted to steal her soul and make her his.Her hypnotizing eyes were making him crave.Crave for something that didn't belong to him. He was craving for her. " He was craving for her, cravings that possess every letter of her name,and such desires seem to have no end!"

He rasps, his voice deliciously wrecked. The words spill out of me before I can make sense of them. “I used to love your brother. Now I can’t remember a time where I didn’t crave you, where I didn’t want you even if it hurt me.” “I crave you too, Rain. So fucking much. Don’t shut me out anymore please.” Before I can respond, he flips me in one fluid motion. My back hits the cool leather of the backseat. His body hovers over me heavy and perfect, his hips spreading mine wide, his cock still hard inside me.