Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

“I need this forever. Your cum, your pain, everything.” We talked during the short breaks between rounds. “My old life feels like a distant dream,” I told him one night while riding him slowly. “College, friends, family… none of it compares to how you make me feel.” Damien gripped my hips and thrust up. “Because I broke you perfectly. Tell me how addicted you are.” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’m addicted forever. My body craves your darkness. I wake up happy when I’m sore from you.”

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"

“Nothing, baby. You have enough on your plate. I can handle this.” I stared at her stilled spine, and half of me knew she was lying. “And these?” I gestured toward the pills. “You’re still taking them, right?” “Young lady, those pills were prescribed by my psychiatrist,” she snapped back, my mouth dropping open from shock. “The same psychiatrist that had prescribed something else because you were getting addicted to this particular one?” I yelled, swiping the pills into the trash can. “Oh, I just had one yesterday,” she yelled through gritted teeth.

Jackie muttered under her breath as she watched her best friend leave. Cassie arrived at her school's prom, looking beautiful and breathtaking. Anyone who saw her will think she was a princess but that still didn't stop the whispers and the gossip. "Hi Cassie." "Hey?" Cassie replied, lost in Adam's breathtaking smile. This guy is every girls dream and she was lucky to be with him. "Care for a drink?" Adam asked as he stopped one of the waiters before she could even reply. "Here." "Thanks but..."

They danced on the 'Addicted song' by Enrique Iglesias. And fortunately, it was Mani's one of favourite songs. Or who knows he knew it. Have I told you how good It feels to be me When I'm in you I can only stay clean When you are around Don't let me fall, oh no If I close my eyes forever Would it ease the pain Could I breathe again Baby, I'm addicted, I'm out of control (out of control) But you're the drug that keeps me from dying (dying)

he rasped, the soft pillows he called lips brushing over mine, "you're like my personal brand of Heaven. I know I shouldn't have you but I always want you." I gripped the edge of the island. His admission only had my insides clenching. He was my personal brand of Hell and I constantly wanted him. Did that make me addicted too? If so, I never wanted to give up this addiction. "Then have me," I breathed, meaning the words. "And go against principle?" He grimaced, meeting my gaze again with anger swirling in the depths of his hard eyes, "I told you, if you want me to make this pretty, little pussy come, you're going to have to tell me the truth."

I just clung to him, weak and floating in leftover pleasure. “Customized toy night is over, little one,” he said softly, kissing my sweaty forehead. “You took everything so beautifully. Tomorrow is the final step. Addicted forever. After that, you will be our perfect creation, kept here in constant pleasure.” I looked up at him with hazy, glassy eyes and whispered the truth that filled every part of me now. “I’m already addicted, sir… I never want anything else. Please keep me like this forever.” He smiled and carried me back to my quarters, the neural link purring happily in my mind, already dreaming of the next night of endless pleasure.

He's huge, flushed, and my mouth goes dry even as fresh want floods me. He drags himself through my wetness, teasing until I'm whimpering again. At my entrance, I tense, nerves flickering. "Eyes on me," he rasps, voice strained. I do. He pushes in slow, stretching, burning in the best way. When he's fully seated, he stills, forehead to mine, breath ragged. Then he moves, deep, rough snaps that drag across every nerve. It's overwhelming, perfect, real. He whispers fragments, my name, mate, mine, beautiful, like he can't hold them back.

“You’re being such a good girl and taking me so well, tonight, you won’t get punished.” My response is to arch my back even more to feel more of him—to feel more of us joining together. I already want to cancel all plans for tomorrow so I can spend the day just like this with him. With every moan that leaves his body and every filthy thought that leaves his mouth, I feel more and more empowered. I’m addicted to making him lose control like this, and I’m well aware that I’m just as addicted as he is—maybe even more. It’s incredibly dangerous, but when it feels this good—this perfect—I can’t seem to care.

"We're not just bonded to her emotionally and spiritually. We're feeding her physically multiple times a day. Our bodies have learned that she needs us to survive. That feeding her is as essential as breathing." "So we're addicted because the bond is intense and because her nature requires constant feeding," Damian summarized. "And that addiction is only going to get stronger." "What do we do about it?" Eve asked. "Nothing," Damon said firmly. "We do nothing. Because this isn't a problem that needs fixing. This is just....who we are now. Three alphas addicted to their succubus mate. Three males who can't go more than a few hours without claiming their female." "He's right," Damian agreed. "T