I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

"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.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

“You want to be touched in ways you've never been….owned, lied to, worshipped by something so sharp it could cut you open” “I…I just want to matter” I finally said, my voice cracking. “Even if it's fake….at least till I die” He tilted his head. “You want to be mine….” He snarled slowly. “But not loved” “I…I want to feel alive…” I replied. “Hmm…..” he hummed. “You want to taste damnation…but not enough to choke on it” I said nothing. He lowered his tone. “You're either very brave…..or….very fucking stupid”

“I need to cum. Please.” “Not good enough.” He licked me again, teasing. “Call me brother while you beg. Admit you want your stepbrother’s mouth on this greedy little cunt.” The shame burned through me, mixing with the heat until I couldn’t think straight. His fingers kept moving, slow and deep, keeping me right there. “I… I want it,” I gasped. “Please, brother… let me come. I need it so bad.” Damon groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my clit. “That’s my girl.”

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

I need you. I just don't desire you, I don't just crave for you, I just don't want you, I need you. I need the warmth your presence brings. I need the calm to my storm. I need you to know that I'm yours and I need you to know that you're mine. Always.

Draven thought in his head. “I don't know why I am craving weird things but I have never felt this way and I feel like if I don't satisfy this urge, I’d die,” she took her face to his own. “What do you crave?” he asked, he knew it would be weird but it can never be as weird as Apple and curry. He had never seen anyone eat that combination. “You are Alpha hence you are very strong and you can do anything so it won't be a big deal, right?” she asked and he nodded, moving closer. His head swelled when she called him Alpha.

Danilo's POV. Carter’s mouth was hot like lava, desperate, full of this raw untamed kind of hunger that I didn’t know how to handle and had never handled, but I just couldn’t pull away from. His hand clamped on the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him, kissing me harder until my lungs were screaming. The alcohol made everything looser, messier, my head, my body, every thought that wasn’t his just… gone.