I Keep Craving Craving You Novelas e Histórias

Another version of the code she had spent her whole life trying to break free from. Cassian stepped closer. He didn’t touch her yet. “What if I can’t do it?” he asked quietly. “What if I look at you and still see you even when it’s not?” She didn’t answer with words. She leaned in, rested her forehead against his, and whispered: “Then promise me you’ll see me once. And destroy me anyway.” He closed his eyes. Let the silence sit between them. Then he nodded. Once. Sharp. Because if that day came?

Yet hours passed by and I lost my senses at the sight of his cock, I bit my lower lip, till they spilled blood reality dawning on me. Time went by just like the wind, yet I still thirsted for him. My body craved for wild touch Are you up for a quickie?” the statement slipped through my lips. My breath shook beneath my words , and after a few seconds of asking without receiving a response I began to feel awkward. The truth was…… I still want more of him, I still wanted to moan out really loud. “What, why are you staring at me like this?” he smirked dangerously, staring down at my naked body.

His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with something unreadable. Then he stepped closer again, slower this time, deliberate. His voice dropped, rough and husky. “And what about when those promises are killing you, Amara? What about when you’re breaking inside, night after night?” My lips parted, but no sound came. He was too close, too real, peeling away every fragile layer I’d wrapped around myself. “You want to hate me,” he whispered, brushing his fingers along my arm, feather light. “But you can’t. Because the truth is... you want me.”

The words lack conviction, sound more like a plea for him to continue rather than stop. God, I can't help it. I can't fight it anymore. I am craving this beyond comprehension, craving it with every fiber of my being. I am craving to go wild, to strip myself naked right now and have him fuck me till midnight without a single care in the world. I don't even care that my sister is in another section of this same building and she can stumble in at any time to catch us in this absolute atrocity. Anyways, luckily the door is locked, so it's going to be hard for her to figure that out, I tell myself, grasping at that small comfort.

I keep inviting him in because I’ve always wanted him the way he wants me. I crave what’s no good for me. Or maybe…maybe I crave exactly what I need. I’m not going anywhere…I won’t. I can’t. Not again. “Stop asking…” I murmur, my voice just above a whisper. “You want me? Take me. Have your way with me.” This time, I know exactly what I’m saying. I know exactly what I mean, and with conviction, I confess, “I’m yours.”

"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.

That was the kind of thing she would do without mentioning it, like she always knew exactly what someone needed before they asked. I carried the tray inside and set it on the small table near the bed, the colors and scents immediately making my stomach twist with hunger. I hadn't realized how little I had eaten until now. I picked up a slice of fruit and took a bite, the sweetness grounding me in a way I hadn't expected. Slowly, I ate more, letting each piece settle something restless inside me. After a while, I reached for the remote and turned on the television, letting some random movie play in the background. I barely followed the plot, but the noise filled the silence, and for now, that

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

I was just about to head back to bed when it hit me. The craving. It was so sudden and strong, it nearly stopped me in my tracks. Ice cream. Not just a casual “oh, ice cream sounds nice” kind of craving. No. This was urgent. This was “if I don’t eat ice cream right now I might cry” kind of craving. I bit my bottom lip and looked toward the bedroom. Kai was still asleep, which meant he wouldn’t stop me from sneaking downstairs. Not that he ever did, but sometimes he worried when I wandered off alone, even inside the house.

Taking one last look at her, my gaze settled on her wet folds, the spot on the bed was already dampened from how wet she was. “You're so greedy,” I whispered before I softly sucked on her clit. Her back arched and she grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me in even more. My tongue lapped against her folds, licking and sucking, then they settled on her entrance and I pushed into her. “Fuck,” her thighs squeezed tightly against the sides of my head, but that didn't stop me. Her taste was addictive and I wanted all of it. “I can't, I can't take it anymore.”