Cupid And Psyche Short Story Novels & Stories

She arched into his touch, her senses ablaze with the intensity of their connection, her mind consumed by the ecstasy of their lovemaking. And as they reached the peak of their passion, they surrendered themselves completely to the moment, their cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of the forest around them. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the heat of their desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy together. And when at last they collapsed in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, they knew that they had experienced something truly magical – a love so powerful, so intense, that it could

My heart pounded hard. He leaned in. His breath brushed my cheek. Then he stopped. "Read this new scene," he said, his voice low and rough. He handed me a fresh page. "Out loud. Then tell me exactly how it would feel if it were you." I took the paper. The scene was filthy. The man in the story had the woman bent over his desk, his hand between her legs, teasing her until she begged. I read every word. My voice grew softer, thicker. When I finished, he waited.

"You know that. I know that. Everyone in this room knows that." "Then why won't you talk to me? Clear it up?" "Because I don't owe you anything." He picks up his bag. "Find another story, Thompson. This one died when you killed it." He walks away. Every step echoes. The whispers start immediately. "Did you see his face?" "She really ruined him." "I heard they were together. Secret. For months." "He was in love with her." "Was?" "He's never been the same." My phone buzzes.

But this is not the end yet! Ahead of you lies a brand-new book about Nazar! Because there’s no way I can leave this hopeless womanizer without being struck by Cupid’s arrows. His story will be called "Deep Trouble With You". See you.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so bad. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

We make love over and over again in the garden, conjoined in our nether regions, our delirious, frantic passions with no end in sight. It was not until the early morning light that we decided to stop, but only in the garden. When we return to his room, we make love again until the bath is pulled into the room. And even then, we didn’t stop. We continue in the tub until the water temperature goes tepid, until we are so sore that we just lie in the tub–heaving, sore and exhausted. “I shouldn’t have taken you that night you were almost reaped,” he whispers. “It’s not your fault. Making love with you is not the catalyst. The Moon Goddess is just getting impatient.”

After, Edward and I look at each other. “Fine, fine, my faults,” Sava responded while rolling her eyes. An hour had passed and was down now on moving Sevi’s bed to its new spot. “Okay, we're just going to push this to there,” he said giving me his instructions. “Noted,” I responded shortly while putting my hands on the left edge of the bed. Accidentally, Edward’s hand also landed on the same spot my hand landed. His hand was at the top of mine. An electric shock runs from my hand to my body. My cheeks are burning red and I can feel a sudden heat of temperature. He slowly turns his eyes on me and we catch our breath as our eyes meet. Chemistry was happening between us at this moment.

Amber P. O. V My heart pierce in uncountable pieces knowing maybe this is the last text I'm seeing him. I'm no stupid for not considering the highest possibilities of me ended up dead. And he has his fated mate waiting for him out there, I have no right to divide the couple goddess of moon made herself. A little part of me still wants to step back and run in the warmth of his arms, a place where I'm sure no harm can ever reach me again but I can't be selfish to clash in destiny's plan, I'm just a mere human I have no power to fight it.

That also explained the spidey Humanoid we saw lurking in pictures taken by the cameraman during the previous wedding proposal. After saying so, she stood up and walked toward me staring directly into my pupils, I could feel like staring directly into my soul. Even though I was afraid as heck, I resisted and let her sit on my laps, she hugged me while crying and whispering "I'm so sorry, I knew you hated liars but I lied anyways" her heart was pounding so fast that I had to calm her down because (well, to prevent further accidents… i mean…. yeah you get it)

For some reason, I felt a little pain, thinking that he was the modern cupid, and I am his Psyche. I laughed without a sound, reminding myself how far I am from the real Psyche. Cupid was filled with love and kindness while my husband wasn't kind at all, and he has a grudge in his heart, making him hate me so much. I hated him too, but tonight was the end of my antipathy towards him. It sounds crazy, and yeah, I ate all the words I've said. But how am I supposed to never give attention to the man who claimed my womanhood?