He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

Liam was alone, talking to himself, and I couldn't help but listen. "I don't understand why I can't get her out of my mind," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "She's just a slave, for the Moon's sake. But every time I see her, all I want to do is hold her and kiss her again." My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his words, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. Maybe he did feel something for me after all. "But I can't," Liam continued, his voice filled with anguish. "I can't let myself get attached to her. It would only complicate things."

I wiggled my hands more but stopped when the zip tie painfully dug into my skin. His kiss deepened causing me to gasp for air. “If the company goes into stand still just because of you missing your yearly check up than what happens when someone tries to trick the system?” He continued. If I could push Lucas away so I could think I would but his soft lips were relentless and making it hard for me. “So beautiful.” He mumbled against my lips causing my cheeks to heat up. Even though I had my memories I still was attracted to him which was mental of me.

She would forever haunt his every waking moment. He swallowed his beer and tried to focus in on the conversation going on around him, but couldn’t pick up the thread. His thoughts returned to Lisa, Sweet Lisa, and he just didn’t understand what it was about her that had gotten under his skin, why she called to him like a siren. Those bitches were evil and lured sailors to their deaths and he couldn’t help thinking that getting involved with Lisa would have similar consequences. No, he didn’t fear for his life, but he knew that he would not be able to walk away from her unchanged and that scared the shit out of him.

There was no way I was going to touch him skin to skin. Not because I was disgusted. No, that was the last resort. Ever since that first day, I realised that touching him was not mentally or physically good for me. It was every time I touched him, he left a residue, an invisible mark that seeped into my very being. I couldn't sleep after being near him, breathe properly, or know what was happening around the world. The world itself seemed to shrink and warp, bending to his presence. His eyes... they followed me even when he wasn't there, burning into my thoughts, my dreams, my reality. It was a relentless torment; a ghost I couldn't exorcise.

"I wish I had powers of fear." "No, you don't," he pinched my nose. "Lust is way cooler. I can't imagine feeding off fear and trapping people in their own nightmares." "Yeah, that does sound terrible. What's your powers like?" "Desire manipulation. Lust induced paralysis. I can overload your senses-" he grabbed my hand suddenly, my breath hitched as I braced myself for it but he smiled and let me go. "You can't handle it. It'll shatter you. There's life draining kiss-"

If I remembered correctly, they were limited-edition and worth at least 200 thousand dollars. He smiled at me. "I bought them because I thought they suited you." I threw them into the trashcan before his very eyes. Shawn paled, but I only felt repulsed. All the love I'd felt for him in the past had now turned to disgust. "What are you doing, Shawn? Have you suddenly developed an interest in acting?" He shuffled closer, looking like he wanted me to compliment him. "I've already ended things with Heather, Lulu. Can you give me a chance? Don't leave with Cameron."

Time stands still, freezing everything for a second, except for his pounding heart and the weak strobe light that still flashes in a cadenced pulsation. I have to visit the ladies room.' She whispers in his ear, too intoxicated to notice how dangerously close their faces are one of each other. Her words sting, but their power sends chills down his spine. If only she knew what her breath does to his skin, feeding his limerence with hopeless desire. I'll come with you. I don't want you to get lost.' He replies, shaking off the goosebumps that crawled all the way up to his hair. Holding hands, they make their way through the crowd, his mind still in a frenzy. He got used to her not returning hi

It was crammed in my brain and my treacherous body wants to relive it again. I haven't known him for up to a month, so I knew I wasn't emotionally attached to him. How could that even be possible? This stimulating erotic feeling must be influenced by the mate bond, and I knew the best step was to desert him till it stopped, but it didn't. It was embarrassing to know that my body still craved for him even after I promised myself to never let him touch me. I knew my ego had a play in this too but I convinced myself it was normal.

Clayton felt a stabbing pain in his chest as regret filled his heart. This is the result of letting a woman manipulate him. Should he have talked to Emerald at the beginning they wouldn't have arrived at this point we're Emerald find it hard to accept him. "Since Lizzy is madly in love with you, why don't you marry her?" Emerald suggested with a smirk. "That's ridiculous!" Clayton had a dark countenance as he exclaimed. He hugged Emerald. "No other woman I would want to spend the rest of my life with but you." Emerald closed her eyes and let him hug her. "Clayton, don't waste your time with a mentally sick woman like me. OCD had no cure, plus I have mysophobia. Do you understand that?"

The idea of being consumed by someone else, of losing himself in the depths of his emotions, unsettled him. In an attempt to quell his obsession, he contemplated the notion of repeated intimacy. He believed that by satisfying his desires repeatedly, the intensity of his longing for Ava would eventually fade away. It was a strategy he had employed in the past, believing that physical pleasure could provide temporary relief from emotional entanglements. Yet, even as he entertained this idea, a voice deep within him resisted. He couldn't dismiss the connection they shared as mere physical attraction. It went beyond the realm of physical pleasure. Ava had awakened something within him that he co