Aesthetic Felix Novels & Stories

I manage to ignore Felix’s pine-sweet scent, forcing it out of my mind as I conjure up the dark smokines of the man I really want. When I slide my soaking core on top of Felix and ride him roughly, bouncing up and down whilst he whispers sweet nothings I think of dark eyes and bonfires. I beg Felix to grab my tits, roughly pulling down the sequin top for them to spill out of my neon pink bra. He fondles them gently, useless. I want them bitten, tormented and bruised with sucking just how I know Dex would.

As she smiles, her green eyes were gazing directly into his in a way that almost made his face flushed. Felix understood where this was going. Clearly she was making a move at him. Which was actually not the problem, in fact it was intriguing. She seemed nice, and was pretty. But anything right up the alley of romance or dating or relationship? He needed to stay far away from that right now. Felix had been burned one too many times in all his relationships. In fact, it was one that led him to where he was right now. “Um…” he pursed his lips. “I don't think that's going to be possible. But anyway , it was really nice having a chat with you. Have a great day. And good luck with your meeting.”

Felix, with his tousled blond locks and freckled face, practically radiated with a playful, teasing energy. As they pushed their way through the throng of bodies, Hyunjin couldn't help but feel the heat of Felix's presence behind him. Felix's hands, light and tantalizing, brushed against Hyunjin's hips, his lower back, his thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. It was a dance they had perfected over the months of their secret affair, a silent communication that spoke volumes.

"You're back so soon. Did everything go smoothly?" Camelia asked, trying to turn her body, but Felix held her back. As a result, she only stayed silent, feeling Felix's head slip between her shoulders. "They're all boring. I wanted to see you quickly," whispered Felix, briefly closing his eyes. Tightening his embrace on Elisa's tiny body, Camelia's face appeared very clearly every time Felix closed his eyes. Felix could barely imagine how soft Camelia's mane was—golden hair with small lips and a gaze that looked innocent yet firm. Felix was wildly fascinated with the beauty of Camelia's natural face.

He went over to see some creamy monstrosity in the dustbin and received an earful. “Asteria, in twenty minutes, the coffee would have gone cold. And why did you draw a heart on your boss’s coffee? You are his assistant, not his wife.” “But I like him. I even studied Interior Design to match him. It was so difficult.” Felix just rubbed his temples, not knowing how to educate this girl. He wanted to tell her she would have to work as an interior designer and earn a reputation to use the word - match - but he refrained from it.

“What lady are you talking about, Ever? I didn't see any lady and what has this got to do with us?” “Never mind, I was just wondering. Her clothes looked expensive.” I tried to wave the conversation off, but Felix sensed something, and he turned to me with curiosity plastered on his face. “ You like the lady's outfit?” " Not really. I was just admiring her. It looks good on her. I don't think it would look good on me.” I moved closer to him, running my hands on his shirt, and whispered,” I am hungry and need something.”

The evening sunlight shone on him, casting a golden hue on his figure. Felix could be considered exquisite in terms of appearance. I had only met one other person like him in my entire 20 years of life. That was Colin. They were both stunning, but in different ways. Felix was on the prettier side—tall, slender, and fair. He was considered delicate and aloof.

He stretched out his arms daintily and picked up a pair of pincers, turning it over in his hands and nodding in approval. He turned back at Elias who was already breathing heavily and bracing for the searing pain he was soon going to feel when that demonic object made contact with his cuticle and smiled. Felix had this look of total delight each time he was to torture people. He reveled in it. Call him a sadist and he'd receive the tag with pride. This excitement came with faces contorted in pain, screams erupting from deep down as flesh came away from bones, as cartilages cracked, as bones moved out of positions, as dentine came away from its roots. A pleasure even sex couldn't beat.

I say, pulling Arlo back. "I am less concerned about the dog than the cello," Felix replies, looking at Arlo with the wariness of someone who has had expensive things destroyed by enthusiastic animals before. "He only destroys soft furnishings," Rhys says. "In our experience." "That is oddly specific reassurance," Felix replies.