Novel & Cerita Blinded By Love

I swear I go blind for real, the floating, fuzzy feeling as my orgasm soaks more than just the bed. I have no idea how long it took for me to come down from the high but I could feel the love from Vulcan through the bond as he released me from the handcuffs. The minute the blindfold is removed the look of pride on his handsome face is all I can see. He rubs my wrists, kissing them. ‘I can’t believe how perfect she is, and all mine’ I smiled up at him, I don’t know why but I blurted it out. “I love you”

It's as if my mind has gone blank, and my world only revolves around him. Nothing else enters my mind, and I don't see anything around me except him. I admit that the anger I feel towards him is still there, and I won't forget it. But it seems that love can indeed make you blind. No matter how intelligent or wise you are, when someone comes along and makes you feel special, you become a slave to love. No matter what they do or how much pain they cause your heart, you still long for them. I want to confront him, yell at him, and pour out all my resentment towards him. But when I looked into his eyes again and heard his voice, it was as if the past was slowly fading away.

“I was a fool. I mistook obsession for control and called it love. I guess that’s my price for wanting a shortcut in life.” “No,” I said immediately, cupping her face firmly so she had no choice but to look at me. “You were not foolish. You were young. You were in love with the idea of being chosen. Love blinds you. It isolates you. It convinces you that suffering is devotion. It makes you lose clarity and call it loyalty.” I knew that better than she ever would. She studied me with reddened eyes. “You talk like a man who knows exactly what love can ruin.”

And yet, beneath Rosemary’s calm smile, she knew something still lingered — a shadow she couldn’t quite chase away. Adrian watched her face grow distant. > “You’re thinking about Cassandra again, aren’t you?” Rosemary lowered her gaze to her teacup. > “It’s hard not to. She destroyed so much, and still… I pity her. How does someone fall that far because of the wrong kind of love?” Adrian exhaled deeply. > “Because love can blind us. It blinded me once — with anger, with pride, with my own misunderstandings about you.” He looked at her with eyes full of quiet regret.

That was it. That was the end. I would never experience the pleasure of the male touch, the excitement of someone else making you orgasm, the delirium of making love with the love of my life.I bit the fabric, trying to stop the sounds, but soft sobs left my lips, and not long after, the blindfold on my eyes got soaked with tears.“Well, well, well. Isn’t this a turn of events?”

She lifted her hips, accepted Jose's body fully slamming her and felt the warm and hot release of the man deep inside her body. Jose collapsed on top of Valerie, still holding back so as not to put his weight on her. His eyes stared at Valerie deeply, they smiled at each other lovingly. Then Jose muttered hoarsely, “My wife, I will love you forever. Life may be just a banquet and death is the dessert, but I promise you, I will continue to love you until we enjoy our dessert.” A promise represented by nine dimly lit blue candles lit up the room. Symbol of Jose's promise of love to Valerie. ***

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might shatter the crystal glasses on the table. Her eyes narrow slightly, a glimmer of something dangerous flickering beneath the surface. "I know what you're doing. I know what you're hiding." She leans in a little, her elbows still on the table, her gaze never leaving mine. "Look at me, Love." Look at me, Love. Look at me, Love. Look at me, Love. Look at me, Love. The words kept repeating in my head, breath stuck in my lungs, a pitch in my ears... shook all throughout me. She knew about my lie, she knew I wasn't actually blind... she knew I deceived them.

Or that is what he said, "He isn't blind... but blind at the same time... he is blindly in love." He said. Blindly in love?… Can you fall in love again? I think I just did. ——

Of course, that's how he felt whenever he was talking to his two eternal gifts. “I don't like that brand name.” A forced smile pushed the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed them in shrugs. “Maybe The Caths’ would do.” she smiled. His face read nothingness. His insides shrieked words he did not wish to admit they were true. Yes, men's love lies not in their minds nor hearts, but in their eyes. Love blinds, but time cures, while love magnifies beauty, time on the other hand reveals the ugly.