He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

“But I can’t get him to make love to me.” More tears came, and Kimber shook her head. Damn, she hated this crybaby stuff. It wasn’t her style. But she’d never had such an emotional week. “I laid under the man, nearly naked, and offered, no begged him to make love to me. And he didn’t. His will is stronger than his desire.” Luc dropped another soft, soothing kiss on her mouth. “Not true. He’s just…hung up.”

I can’t bring myself to feel the same anymore. It’s a surprise no one has started rumors about my impotence yet. That one night with Lora has lingered in my mind and won’t leave, casting a shadow over others. I can’t forget her scent, the way I felt around her, her presence seems to have sparked a strange feeling within me that refuses to be quenched.

His Adam's apple rose and fell slowly, and he took a sip to cool the fire. He'd stopped. Not because he didn't want her—he wanted her more than he should, and that was the problem. Lucy was getting under his skin. Because every time he touched her, he felt himself losing control. And he couldn't afford that. "I need to get this out of my head," he said to himself. He thought about calling someone. A woman who didn't look like Lucy—someone who wouldn't look at him with those big, confused eyes, who wouldn't tremble when he touched her as if she didn't know what she was awakening.

It was sinking well in his sad brain. "See you tomorrow, Miss Winters," he responded and drove away. Throughout his drive to his penthouse, a swift emptiness flooded him. He never felt that way before. Her presence made a huge difference to him. He was obsessed and addicted to her but the reality was, even if he tried to make her his, he couldn't. There was just too much at stake, too much loss, and too much conflict ahead. It would take a miracle for him to take her to the altar. Time was closing up on him and he didn't have control over seasons.

I inquired, attempting to make sense of his enigmatic statements. Levine grinned, making it impossible to concentrate due to his proximity. "The feeling of losing your ring," he jokingly remarked. We were locked in a magnetic stare, neither of us wanting to break the fascinating connection. His proximity was enticing, and despite my objections, I felt myself drawn to him. However, just as the tension between us reached a height, a knock on the door cut us off, forcing Levine to take a reluctant step back.

he muttered to himself. The scene kept replaying in his head. He shook his head, trying to dismiss it, but the thought refused to leave. Something in her had triggered a spark he couldn’t yet define—a warmth in a life he was used to keeping ice-cold.

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.

He tossed the cigarette aside then walked towards the balcony with a new found energy inside of him. Whatever this kind of emotion is, it's different. It's not love nor is it lust. It's a need but not to the point where you'll latch and never let go. It's not like an addiction that you want to control yet you can't. It's more of a want. A type of emotion that's a bit Fucked-up, even for him. This was way different from his first relationship as well as his second. But one thing is similar though... There's something in Lissa that he can't get enough of. And every time something happens between them. Whether it's sex or something innocent. But whatever it is, he's getting more and more hooked

And especially not when I wasn’t even sure who I was in this world. I turned away from the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink as I stared down, trying to reason with myself. But the more I tried to push Lucian from my mind, the more vivid the memory of his kiss became. I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin, the way his touch had sparked something deep within me, something raw and primal. It was as if he’d unlocked a part of me that I hadn’t even realized was there.

I wasn’t sure I could survive that kind of pain a second time. So I told myself: No feelings. No love. No attachments. Just… desire. Just… temptation. I could handle temptation. Desire was safe. Desire didn’t break your heart. Desire didn’t disappear overnight. Desire was fleeting, manageable. But Lance… Lance wasn’t just desire. He was everything. He was temptation and warmth, attraction and danger, all wrapped into one perfect, infuriating package that made my heart beat faster and my body ache in ways I couldn’t ignore. And the more I tried to deny it, the more my mind betrayed me, replaying every memory of him, every touch, every look, every heated moment from that night.