I'm Hooked On A Feeling Novels & Stories

He shook his head, and I wondered if maybe I was dreaming. Why did his every touch warm my skin and make it tingle? We gazed at each other for an imperceptible amount of time and I don't know what kind of sorcery took place thereafter. One second, I was standing in my space, but the next, I found myself leaning into him. My eyes zoned in on his lips that were slightly parted and inviting. Lord, help me, but I wanted to taste them. I wanted the feel of them on mine. Maybe Catalina put something inside the tea I drank this morning, because I was already planting my lips on his.

I certainly think that this is what they called chemistry. But I’m in a relationship at this moment, how can I feel these things. This is certainly wrong. I am happy with my girl; I can feel her love whenever I’m with her. I love her. But why? How can I think of someone else in this stage of my life? The connection between me and that stranger woman is deep. I was addicted to her skin. The feeling of touching her. Her warmth, her smell. “I want to see you again, fuck.”

he questioned. “When the bond is activated, it’s like an attack on our senses. Your smell becomes familiar, and when we touch it’s almost electric” I murmured. “Like this?” Kelly asked, grabbing my hand, and we both felt the connection again. “Yeah” I breathed, feeling goosebumps cover my arm. Pulling away, I tucked my hands underneath my legs.

I stood there, letting the glow wash over me, allowing my smile to widen just a little more. Then it hit me — a sudden, sharp craving. Not for food, not for comfort — but for alcohol. Something strong. Something that would burn going down, leaving warmth in its place. I needed movement, something to make me feel alive again. Something that would shake me loose from this dull, sluggish state.

I’ll touch her in ways that stay in her bones, fuck her until the only thing she can think about is me until craving me is the only addiction she ever has. And right now? God, I need Ava again. Even seconds after I came, every nerve in my body is still begging for her. I’ve always known I could never get enough of her, She’s like a kind of drug you get one taste of and you’re done for. Hooked and addicted. I haul her up to her feet, pulling her against me so her body is flush with mine. “Hey, girlfriend,” I murmur, running my fingers over her hair even though it's a lost cause, her hair’s a wreck from my fist pulling it, and it’s about to get even messier.

The water cascades over us, oh it’s hot and relentless, steam curling like smoke in the dim bathroom light. “Just a Fan” by Teezo Touchdown hums faintly from my phone on the sink—slow, sultry beat syncing with my racing pulse, just the right kind of music to set the mood. Christian’s soft lips are on mine, gentle at first, always gentle at first, but I feel the hunger building, his tongue slipping in to taste me deeper, like he’s drinking me in.

It was euphoric—almost an unbelievable sensation. Like an addict, I had no doubt I'd crave this more than I'd ever craved anything in my life. Already, I couldn't get enough. With a moan, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her even deeper and longer as it went on and on, because I could not pull myself away.

That’s easier said than done. I thought I would only be affected by the bond while in her presence, that my mind would be clear when she’s not around. Nope. All I can think of is willow trees, barbecue, and grass. I feel a pull to be with her. I swear to Goddess, I can feel her. I’m trying to convince myself not to go to her when I hear her soft, breathy voice whisper in my mind. “Holden?” *** Fuck! “That wasn’t fucking, but it was close enough,” Hendrix chuckles.

Thoughts of Carolina spring into my head, unbidden; I'm too addicted to avoid them. Fuck. I'm starting to wonder if I'm beyond help.

“I’m already obsessed with you, Ace.” “Hmm, but you aren’t addicted. You haven’t needed me or craved me in the sense that you feel lost without me. But you will. For the rest of your life, from this night forward, you will crave me more than you will need your next breath. I know we haven’t been together long, but when you know, you know.” I smile, hiding behind it as I internally pray that he is right. This all feels a little too heavy after everything that I have been through. I feel like I have been put through the wringer, and it’s left my stomach in knots.