Excite Me Novels & Stories

, I choke out, my voice cracking. It's intriguing how the most unconventional experiences can become the most exhilarating. In my case, it is the forbidden sex between him and I. I’m married, he’s barely committed. He’s not even human. Is it the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline, or something more deep? Whatever the reason, it's undeniable that the excitement of exploring uncharted territory can be utterly captivating. I find myself overwhelmed with emotion every time we're together. And there isn’t a day that I do not scream out his name when he ravages my insides.

My body wants to enjoy and let loose. Ah, the adrenaline is pumping, this sensation is unique and pleasurable.

"Yeah, I want my turn in that pussy alone next." My heart raced again, excitement building. What have I started?

Chapter 81: The Fever of the Favela The air in Rio didn't just smell of salt and rain; it tasted like pure adrenaline. As Jade stepped off the skiff, the ground beneath her boots vibrated with a low-frequency hum. This wasn't the clean, sterile signal of the Tokyo fragment. This was the Limbic Shard—the part of Caspian that controlled raw, unbridled passion. "He's turned the entire city into a heartbeat," Aris whispered into the comms, her voice shaking. "Jade, be careful. This fragment is the 'Alpha' instinct Julian tried to suppress. It’s possessive. It’s volatile. And it knows you’re here."

and leaves me feeling warm, tingly, and excited as a hum begins low in my core. What the heck is wrong with me?

Yet when you pit every single one of them against that term he’s so strategically used, I find it next to impossible to accept anything other than a positive reaction. That’s in my head, though. That’s me mentally swinging from the chandeliers, screaming from the rooftops, dancing the happiest of fucking happy dances. I’m elated. Tremors ripple through me and I’m probably two seconds away from full-on vibrations that’ll echo from head to toe. Let me assure you, they’re of the excited variety. I’m not even teetering on the potential wigging-out side. Problem is, I can’t speak. There are emotions and questions lodged in my throat.

“To get with me you gotta be brave. Be different than what’s around you." I’m shaking. From excitement. From something I’ve never experienced with any woman. Desire. Want. Need. And not just in terms of physical release. Need as in she’s become like a drug; like a heartbeat — a light in my soul. Something I could enjoy being addicted to. Chained and made a slave to.

I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues.

This sensation only adds to my restlessness, fueling the urgency in my movements. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a hidden gem tucked away in a corner of the store. It is a display of exotic meats, a treasure trove for those seeking a taste beyond the ordinary. My heart races with anticipation as I approach, my hands trembling with excitement. The sight of raw, unadulterated cuts of meat sends a surge of primal pleasure through my veins.