Flared Nostrils Attraction Novels & Stories

This made her feel rather relieved. For example, she turned on her laptop to watch something, but as there was only an aisle between him and her, he deliberately leaned toward her in order to attract her attention and look at her screen. Nora initially wanted to watch a drama, but when she saw him leaning toward her, she deliberately played some videos of models catwalking on the runway. The main point was that they were male models with good looks, great bodies, and amazing aura. Most importantly, all of them had great physiques; some of them were dressed decently, whereas the others were not wearing any shirts.

Put up a wall to keep all my feelings out. It wasn’t like she felt anything for me. Maybe there's some faint attraction, but that’s just because I’m really good looking. Most people are attracted to me. Yeah, people, not just girls or women. I have seen a few guys look me up side down as well, and I don’t mind it. It’s flattering to me. But it would be more than flattering if Atalanta felt that way about me. Goddess, if I smelled her arousal around me, like that time my fingers brushed against her legs... Damn, I would be lost.

She was right, he did have broad shoulders. "Imagine him lifting you up and placing you on his laps and then you get to caress that smooth face of his and suck on those red plumpy lips. Not just that, look at his hair. It's blonde and silky. Remember you are also attracted to blonde guys," Arla smirked, putting pictures in my head." "Get the fuck out of my head Arla," I slapped myself and she giggled as I blocked her out. I wonder why she likes being a pain in my ass.

His nostrils flaring, his eyes glazing over in raw, primal hunger. “Nastja Vladimirovna… “ He whispers, leaning against me. He grazes his nose over my cheeks. The closeness conjure fires of need inside me. I part my thighs wide, welcoming him. I feel the thick, huge bulge throbbing against my thighs. Then, I rock my body against his. Wanting his dick to rock my watery pussy. “You look just like him. Have his features. His hair. But never completely his eyes. His blood rush through your veins.” He whispers.

"I am going to help you. I am going to teach you everything you need to know, I will give you all the power, status, and authority you need, and I will help you transform completely into the woman everyone admires, respects, and desires. But…" He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice turning deeper, softer, and full of hidden emotions. "...in exchange, you have to agree to my one condition and one deal." "What deal Arthur?" I whispered, my heart beating faster and louder inside my chest. "Pretend to be with me," Arthur said clearly and slowly, every word hitting directly deep inside my mind and heart. "Pretend that you have fallen in love with me, pretend that I am the person

I said seriously while pushing the folder in front of him. He took it and read it after opening it. As I leaned back in my chair, I quietly observed him. He exudes a certain air that will draw the attention of all the girls. It makes sense why he is a model. His nose is likewise straight, his lips are the ideal size for his face, and his eyes and jawline are both sharp. I wonder how those lips taste like. Fck?! What the hell am I thinking? Why am I attracted to a man all of a sudden?

However, this aroma was nearly overwhelmed by the sickly smell of the other females who clung to him, their combined scents of sweat, perfume, and body odour overshadowing his allure. "I thought of leaving, but seeing how these women were so glued to you I wanted to understand what the fuss is about," Angela said as she pretended to innocently readjust her dress to deliberately expose more cleavage then ran her a finger seductively down his chest. Sensual goosebumps and tingles erupted over Angela's hand and her mate's chest. "What makes them so attracted to you? Is it your charm, good looks or is it your status and money?"

“I get the feeling you haven’t changed much.” “You’d be wrong. My taste has changed.” He shot her a calculated glance from under his ridiculously thick lashes. “Unless you consider yourself a floozy.” “I most certainly do not. I don’t have big breasts, big blonde hair, and small brains.” “Well, I’m attracted to you, and it seems to me that in the interests of weaning me away from these so-called floozies, you should take a more active role in my personal improvement.” Maxima couldn’t help the smile that bloomed.

It was a scent she had longed for, the essence of her destined mate. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver raced down her spine. She looked up at Adrian, her eyes widening with realization. In that fleeting moment, their connection solidified, and the truth of their bond became undeniable. Adrian's scent, a unique blend of musk, forest, and a hint of smoky spice, mingled with her own, creating a harmonious symphony of olfactory harmony. It was as if their very beings had been designed to fit together, the puzzle pieces of their souls aligning with perfect precision.

‘Even if there is no one around, you can’t do this. His breath was very close to her. His long and narrow eyes burnt as they stared at her. The look in his eyes made her heart beat wildly. She was not a fool! She knew what that gaze meant! Besides, he was not restraining himself at all. His pheromones wafted through the air, successfully stirring her insides. ‘Why?’ Elias smiled mischievously and pinched Callie’s cheek. ‘Do you not like this position?’ Then, with a simple flip, their positions were reversed and she was trapped under his body. ‘Maybe you prefer this one.’