Euphoria Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sofia's eyes looked at Eric's face which seemed to multiply as the slightly dim but visible lights shone on God's almost perfect creation in Sofia's eyes. "EUPHORIA is a feeling or state of joy and happiness so intense that, without even touching it, you can still feel it from a distance, and the reason I put that name in this room is that I want people who visit in the future to feel that thrill, and I want them to feel the same love that we currently feel." Sofia was completely transfixed as she listened to Eric's straightforward explanation of the aura that so trapped her, without being able to find a way out.

Especially since Rose was now falling into a trancelike state. "Oh my, this is amazing! I feel so much better," she said in a delirious voice, her chestnut-brown eyes as glossy as mirrors. "I'm in Heaven!" Lissa and Lord Mazur cracked a smile, while Jill relaxed beside me. I was glad to see everyone at ease, but I couldn't watch Rose like this. I hated addictive substances, and knowing that my Roza was taking them was just too much for me. Everything about this situation was too much… "You're right, Jill," I said, startling her.

After two days, they all came back after having a few meetings with Mr. Vim. He wasn't in a mood to agree with them and give the contract back to them. Jung-Hoon was so stressed in those days, which was making Syanja worried about him. One thing that Syanja noticed those days was that Jung-Hoon is the most passionate about his work and family. She didn't know about what was going on with them all. All she knew was they were having some crises in business. Syanja let out a sigh as she completed her work and a small smile curved on her lips when she remembered that was her last file and now she could spend some time with Jung-Hoon. "Finally, after two days, I am going to spend some time with y

When you find someone who can make you laugh, smile, grow, lust, want, crave, feel, make you mad but happy, keep that. That’s euphoria. —Unknown I swear, little aftershocks kept afflicting my pussy after Colton had walked me to my car. If I could’ve driven to my apartment with crossed legs, I would have. It was all just so bizarre. I felt completely sated and pretty much ready to nap a month away, and yet I was wired and giddy for more, knowing we were going to continue this in minutes.

His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones. "And that's Amara Zhane Constantine." I focused my attention on the one and only girl in their group. Unlike me, who has paperwhite skin, she had a burnished complexion. When Alistair spoke, her gleaming, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled. Her pointed nose, red lips, and beautiful brown eyes stood out. Her graceful and elegant actions captivated me. I think I've found another girl crush! "Of course, there is Zeeve Maxim Bullecer."

It seems like an eternity passes in this state of euphoric tension, but that eternity comes to halt at the same time the intensity crescendos into a peak thrust and quickly decrescendos, letting me pick my face off of the pillow and let my lungs fill with the tepid air hanging in the empty space of my room. The tower of pillows have collapsed with the movements that Parker and I have made throughout the course of the hour; some have been tossed across the room, some have been imprinted under the weight of my elbows, and some have been streaked with sweat. Just as the tower of pillows have collapsed, he has collapsed on top of the plush rubble, filling and emptying his lungs in a set pattern.

I shake with the intensity of it all and cry out your name as the agonizing ecstasy builds to a jarring climax. It is over. You stand with my cock still caught in your vice-like anal grip. Our legs give way and we sink to the floor. I lie on my back with you laying full length atop me. I hold tightly into you, not moving as my prick softens and slips out of your sweet butt. We relax to open our eyes to view the lonely light of our screens, separated by miles and the time it takes to send e-mail. Your hand reaches vainly through your clothes for your soaking pussy as the last of the sensations you imagined so realistically slip away.

With one slow, deep thrust - he entered me. My breath left in a cry. He stretched me so wide I could barely breathe, but the burn was delicious. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me, letting me adjust. “Fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. “You feel like heaven. So tight, so warm-” “Cassian,” I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders.

Vesper's POV “Please what, Alpha?” I stepped closer to his restrained, flushed body, my voice low and ancient, carrying the weight of over a thousand years of hunger. “Use your words properly.” His hole was still stretched around the buzzing prostate massager, visibly clenching and fluttering around the toy like a greedy whore begging to be filled; the sight made my blood burn. *Damn The dopamine rush in his scent is intoxicating; the fact that he hates this but still needs this is so intriguing and perfect.*