Novel & Cerita Series Cravings

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

she even made a figure in the air, insinuating what she just said. I bit my lower lip and sighed. Am I... really? These days, I noticed that I eat a lot, like a lot. And I constantly crave for foods. Sometimes, I crave before going to bed. I even wakes up Logan sometimes just to get the food that I am craving so bad, and I Kno that it isn't normal anymore. But I am hoping that it was.

Thank goodness none of that happened. The microwave beeped and I opened it, taking out the banana bread cake with a thick towel. The aroma wafted through the air, filling my senses as I breathed it in. My cravings have intensified during this period. I literally crave anything even at odd times and I can’t help it. Given my body type, I usually found it difficult to put on weight, but no doubt I’ll be putting on some if not a lot of weight this period. I had set everything on the breakfast tray, ready to take it upstairs to Sebastian. I was happy with what I had achieved. No doubt Sebastian will like it.

Much later after having lunch, A sudden craving hits me. Pastries from the patisserie across the street are calling my name. I tried to think of something else but the craving is stuck to me like glue. I keep imagining biting into the buttery, melt-in-your-mouth flaky goodness with its perfect crust. What is life without a bit of sweetness? I think to myself. For one dangerous minute, I think about just going out without telling anyone. It's a few blocks away no one needs to know.… but then Sanity returns I will not make it out of the door before Brandon or Gabe catches me.… They would never approve, and they would have guards around me in an instant before I even made it across the pavement

Lounging back on the chair in the library, I swung mindlessly, thinking about the pretty brunette in the room down the hall. My tongue still tingled from the single smear of Marley’s blood. My instinct was to run back to her room, smash down the door and take her on the cold floor. Screw the consequences, it would be totally worth it and if someone saw us? Bonus. I didn't mind a little voyeurism every now and then. Holy hell, I had never tasted anything so sweet in my life.

A delicate, high-tech remote-controlled vibrator with a gold heart pendant. Her eyes widened. “Harry.” “It’s called the ‘Obey Me’ series.” “You’re insane.” “And you’re going to wear it to dinner tonight.” She blinked. “In public?” I leaned into her ear, voice low, dark. “You're not just going to wear it. You're going to come from it. In front of everyone. Without making a sound.” “Harry…” “That’s your punishment. For making me fall harder for you every damn day.” --- Later That Night – Restaurant Heat

He even thought, maybe Samuel was just talking nonsense. "Ah, how could a guy crave something like that? You're being ridiculous." "It's true," Samuel debated, asking to be believed. "Just so you know, this morning I even wanted to eat village-style fried rice. Imagine, at 3 in the morning, I cooked it myself because I really wanted fried rice so much I even dreamed about it." Randy chuckled. He found it funny hearing Samuel's story. "But can guys have cravings? I just found out from you."

He set me down on the kitchen island, the same one where Sarah and I made late-night snacks, and spread my legs wide. “Touch your clit while I fuck you,” he ordered, slamming back inside. I rubbed myself frantically as he pounded me on the counter. The pressure built fast and overwhelming. “I’m coming…Marcus, I’m coming so hard!” I screamed. My orgasm exploded through me. I squirted violently all over the kitchen island, my juices soaking the counter where Sarah and I had eaten cereal together just yesterday. My whole body shook as wave after wave crashed over me. “Fuck yes,” Marcus groaned, fucking me through my orgasm. “Look at the mess you made. Such a dirty girl.”

~ Lissa ~ I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers. My body was still buzzing from three days without sex. My nipples were already tight under my thin tank top. My pussy felt heavy and empty at the same time. I had high libido. Sex wasn’t just something I liked. It was something I needed. Deep, long, hard, messy sex that left me shaking and satisfied. That’s why I had always chosen my men carefully. I tested them first and made sure they could keep up, that they had the size, the stamina, the hunger to match mine.

The thought made him feel heavier than he expected. A few days ago, late at night, he had searched about pregnancy. He just sat with his phone, scrolling quietly, reading things he had never cared about before. Mood swings, Cravings, Sensitivity. Pregnant women often crave spicy food. Salty snacks, Sweets, Junk food. He looked at Riyana again. She barely ate snacks. She was careful. Health conscious. Disciplined to a fault. He doubted she would ever openly ask for chips or chocolates. She would probably suppress it. And Ignore it. Tell herself it was unnecessary.