Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Addiction

Vardan roared. Vardan’s massive hands clamped onto Sora’s face, searching for remnants of consciousness behind the narrowing pupils. But Aidan stepped forward with a silver weapon in hand, ready to deliver a total sedative to the unstable subject. The air in the stone building grew heavier with the scent of gunpowder, blood, and chemical vapors. Sora felt the darkness starting to close his vision once more. If he did not die now, he knew that when he woke up, there would be nothing left of him to save.

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

There was no way of escaping my feelings anymore and I wasn't even sure if I was escaping my feelings or Kim Nathan himself. He was way more than what I deserved but I didn't have the heart to tell him to stop when he parted his lips or when he let his hands fall over my lower back and he pressed my chest against his or when he slid his hand under my thighs and lifted me up with ease. Nathan smiled softly, trudging forward to press my back against the pillar in his living room and I smiled back a little faltering. I then remembered reading those hundreds of romance novels where they described their partners as drugs. Addicting and very hard to leave completely even after knowing how bad it w

He would call her every now and then, but she had been so consumed with trying to find money for her family, that she didn't have time to date anymore. But now, here she was on Nicolas Andretti's couch, doggie style, about to get fucked to pay off her father's debt. How the hell had life taken her here? As she contemplated this, she felt his thick member at her wet entrance. She glanced at the floor and noticed a condom wrapper lying on the ground. When he pushed forward and slowly entered her soaking pussy, her eyes rolled back into her head. Thank God, she was facing away from him. He grabbed her hips and roughly shoved her back onto his dick. Damn, she was so tight, he thought. Yes, he wa

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

I didn’t have any kinks. I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

“Let me fck you, Mila. Let me have you tonight, and I’ll set you free.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. I had to try this; maybe if I fcked her, it would break the curse of being addicted to her. Perhaps, then, I could free myself. Getting rid of this deep attraction. Addiction. Obsession. All of this was killing me bit by bit. It was slowly destroying me. “One night. Spend one night with me, kitten. Let me have all of you and do everything I wanted without saying no to anything I'd do to you. I promise, I’ll make it unforgettable.”