He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

He didn’t want her to break ties with him. He was afraid of losing control. He had intended to mock her and hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. He felt Shantal was like a poppy, pretty but poisonous. Once he had his hands on her, he found it difficult to let go. He couldn’t resist the fatal temptation when he was with her! He had never known, as he had never come into contact with her. Only after touching her did he realize he couldn’t control himself.

Then a German who smelled of adventure and poor judgment. All the same. All tasteless. My body rejected any essence that wasn’t hers. It wasn’t a preference. It was a dependence. A biochemical shackle forged in the moment I sank my teeth into her thigh and tasted Lilim blood. She was a trap, and what a perfect trap. The fourth night away from her was the worst. The withdrawal had become something physical. My temples throbbed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My eyes were permanently violet, unable to return to their human disguise.

Not because I am not able to but because I just can’t. Gosh, I can remember the feel of his lips on mine and the way they captured mine. Gosh, I kept clenching and unclenching thighs. This guy was affecting me ways I could not comprehend but still, I can’t give in to this want or need for him. I have to get rid of it the sooner the better.

I was drawn to him, captivated by his charisma and intensity, but I was also terrified of the consequences of our forbidden connection. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Chaos. I knew I should resist his allure, but the temptation was too strong. I was caught in a dangerous game, a game that could have devastating consequences. Days seemed to blur together as I struggled to recall the last time I’d seen him. It felt like an eternity, yet it couldn’t have been more than a week or two. The memory of his intense gaze, the thrill of our clandestine encounters, and the intoxicating danger of our forbidden connection haunted my thoughts.

This was something she had long been aware of, but for some reason, it now stirred an unfamiliar emotion within her. Perhaps it was the memory of that stolen kiss they had shared, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon her heart. The fleeting moment had left her with a sense of longing, a lingering feeling that she couldn’t quite shake off. The realization that Lucian’s presence affected her in ways she couldn’t comprehend, both intrigued and troubled her.

Not from the man who demanded complete submission. A shiver ran through me, not from any chill in the air, but from the realization that I still felt an intense attraction to him. I was embarrassed that my body responded with desire despite everything. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he meticulously washed every inch of my arm, dipping the cloth into the water multiple times. The faint pink tint of the bubbles served as a stark reminder of the horrors I had endured.

she teases, but I’m still simmering. “I love him. I feel–I feel connected to him in an odd way, like even if I wanted to, even if he pisses me off and drives me insane, I won’t be able to give him up, or get rid of him. Like he’s stuck, right here.” I press a finger against my chest, over my heart. “I can’t get him out of there. I won’t be able to, will I? Ever?” “Do you want to?”

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

he gave me as his sorry. no what i'm thinkin, I figure he is not a flowers kind of guy. Who knew? No! Never! my mind warn me he never do this for me but my heart want may be he gave me this. that beast only know how to roar and behave like a animal. flower and choclate type things is not for him. I’m in my la la land but a voice break me from my train of thoughts. Shivers run down My spine as I Found Elvis walks out of his office and I find myself face to face with a stunning 6 Foot something High sculpture.

—and it ignites a flicker of desire deep within me. My eyes flutter shut involuntarily, seeking refuge from the intensity of his gaze. It's the first time he's used that particular phrase, and I can't deny the way it sends a thrill coursing through me, awakening something primal and untamed. But even as I revel in the sensation, a part of me resists, pushing back against the flood of conflicting emotions. I refuse to succumb to his words, to the tantalizing allure of his presence. And yet, despite my best efforts, I can't deny the undeniable pull he exerts over me.