I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

*** ~~~ 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.

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

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.

I am screwed! He popped it open like soda, took a swig, then shoved it toward me. “Your turn.” “I’ve never drunk before,” I admitted. “Then tonight’s your first. Let's pop that cherry, Dumpster Boy.” I took a sip. Fire clawed down my throat. I coughed, grimaced. He laughed, full and rich, and it made me want to try again. So I did. Then again, and again. The burn softened into a warmth that spread through my chest, loosening everything I’d been holding too tight.

“I love you… I need you.” I moved down to his lap, straddling him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him. I broke away, moving along his jaw, kissing my way to his chin. My mouth left hot, wet trails along his cool skin, and I felt his body respond, as his hands gripped me to him, and he moaned. I moved my mouth to his ear, whispering into it, as I could feel him harden. “Fuck me Rhayden. I don’t want you to make love. I can get love from Abe. I need feral, rough, crazy—make me scream.”