I'm Hooked On A Feeling Mga Nobela at Kwento

This desire lived only inside him, coiled tight and burning hot, eating him alive. But even as the shame crushed him, another truth pulsed stronger. He would do it again. He would stand, wait, obey, suffer—anything Damian asked. Not because he was forced. Not because he had no choice. Because he wanted to. The admission sat heavy in his chest, terrifying and liberating all at once. There was no denying it anymore. He was hooked. And he craved more. The evening hummed with the usual rhythm of the house. The faint sound of Lily’s music drifted from upstairs, her laughter echoing as she talked on the phone.

I can’t help the huge smile plastered on my face for the whole damn club to see. I don’t know why, but I find the rhythm of her body intoxicating, and I haven’t even had a drop of alcohol! I didn’t know you could actually be drunk on a feeling of happiness. I want to spend forever just feeling like this. This lightness... This... Rightness! It’s all I’ve ever wanted...

He didn’t blink. I nodded, rubbing my arms. "Too fast. Too hard. It doesn’t feel... right." He walked beside me, his pace matching mine. "I felt something too. Around dawn. Like someone shoved a hook in my chest and yanked." "It’s all of you now," I whispered. "I can feel every one of you. Even when I’m not trying. It’s like I’m wired to you." "That’s not how it’s supposed to work," he said.

I'd only just slept with her yesterday, and now, it seemed like I'd already gotten her hooked on me. After all, it made sense for anyone to become addicted to the feeling after tasting it for the first time.

The girls always ended up satisfied, so in the end, who was I hurting? Maybe I was getting in over my head, but I had an addiction, and Fox wasn't too far behind. I couldn't seem to keep my hands to myself... And neither neither could they. I loved the way they touched me. Turned me on. The heat that flowed through my body just before I came. The ecstasy of a fleeting moment of pure bliss.

It was intoxicating, and I feared that I might grow addicted to the feelings he evoked within me if I wasn’t careful. “Mr. Grave…” I whimpered.

I stood on legs that still felt like jelly and slipped out the door. The hallway was empty thank god. But every step made cum drip down my thighs made my sore pussy throb made my neck ache in the best worst way. As I walked back to my dorm, my mind was spinning, my body wrecked. I knew one thing for sure I was hooked completely fucked. I couldn’t wait to come back for more

His touch, taste, and smell sank so deep they filled the cracks of my heart. He was becoming a drug—an addiction I would have to feed every day. From the recent hit, euphoria filled my veins and relaxed my limbs. He was an infatuation, a craving, a need. And I was sure this was never love. But as my fingers ran down his tie and rested on his chest— Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. His heartbeat raced for me.

Aaron was like a spark, igniting emotions in me that no boy had ever touched before. As I looked at him, it felt as if I was caught in a trance, overwhelmed by a powerful mix of desire and energy pulling me toward him like gravity. In that moment, he became the very center of a world I yearned to explore. The air around us thickened with unspoken tension, heightening my senses and awakening a deep longing inside me.

A cocktail only he could make look beautiful. “You feel different,” he said. “I am different.” He studied me the way a scientist studies an unexploded bomb—fascinated, cautious, waiting for the exact moment it goes off. My skin tingled. Not in a romantic, fluttery way. In a static electricity crawling under my flesh way. “What’s happening to me?” I asked again. He exhaled. “Bond. Partial.” “Meaning?” “You’re connected to me now. You’ll sense my moods. My pain. My hunger.”