He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

The attraction he speaks of is there, tangible, a force pulling us towards each other like a perverse magnet. — You could slap me, he murmurs, his lips so close to mine I feel his warm breath. You could try to run from me. But you won’t. Because you want to know. You want to know how far this will go. How far you can go. He is right. A morbid fascination pins me in place. It is stronger than fear, stronger than reason. It is the vertigo of the precipice. His lips brush against mine. A barely sketched contact, a promise, a threat. A flash of pure, wild desire pierces me, followed immediately by a wave of shame.

He must have been really desperate to get away from me. I leaned on the door as his scent drew me in, captivating my senses and trifling with my memories. It was strange how that amber essence brought me a feeling of calm, even when my life was spilling out of control. I was supposed to hate him after all he said to me but I didn't. I knew Hunter was attracted to me, even though he didn't want to admit it because I was already marked by his stepson.

"Really? And when was the last time you indulged in said sexuality?" My heart clenched. It wasn't that I hadn't found any males attractive. But I just couldn't. Not since I'd seen that bastard mate of mine, Leander. I didn't want him-I would run my entire life to stay away from him—but whenever I got physically close to another male, the memory of Leander's piercing amethyst and cerulean eyes filled my mind. I couldn't shake the image of him out of my head, making it impossible for me to take the next step with anyone.

I was still confused as hell, and it seemed I wasn’t alone on that island. “Different how?” I asked, deciding to go that route instead. Instead of focusing on the fact he made me into a snackie the WHY was the bigger issue, especially since I knew he wasn’t one to relinquish control easily. If anything Cade Amata was the epitome of control, desiring it in and out of the bedroom; and for him to slip up was simply unthinkable. “I’m not sure” he said, his voice sounding strained. “It’s almost like it calls to me, draws me in. It’s like a siren song, and I am helpless with it once your blood has spilled.”

She hung her head but couldn't move away. As they stood there, their eyes locked, a melody of emotions echoed in the air. Love, unrequited but deeply felt, formed a bridge between them, connecting their souls in a dance of unspoken desires. With every heartbeat, Luli's resistance crumbled, and she began to understand the true essence of their connection.

I want this weekend to be unforgettable, to remind us both of the connection we share, the desire that always seems to simmer just beneath the surface. The thought of Adam and his touch sends a shiver down my spine. He has this way of making me feel desired, cherished, like I'm the only person in the world who matters. His hands, his lips, they’re like magic, drawing out every ounce of pleasure and leaving me craving more. I’ve become addicted to him, to the way he makes me feel. The nights without him have been restless, filled with a longing that only he can satisfy.

“And I haven’t, Lucinda? Are you kidding me? I used to fuck around and sleep with multiple women, in a single day! Now, I can’t seem to stick my dick in anything without your face plaguing my thoughts and leaving a nauseous feeling in my gut. Trust me, I’ve tried and I ended up vomiting on the poor woman! I have not been able to get you out of my mind since that day. I think about you every single moment of every single day, and I dream about you when I close my eyes to fall asleep at night. I have no idea why I can’t seem to get you out of my mind, but I can’t! No matter what I do, or what I try… Nothing works. Nothing!” Words rush out of my mouth before I can stop them, and now that I’m on

I scold myself mentally, berating my own weakness for giving in to Alexander's advances. In a bid to regain control over my thoughts, I make a conscious decision to redirect my focus towards a pressing work project. However, despite my best intentions, concentration eludes me. My mind remains entangled in a jumble of emotions, unable to shake off the enchanting allure of our shared romance. The lingering sensation of our connection pulls at my senses, rendering my efforts to concentrate futile.

5 Lena’s POV I was ruined. Lucian had left me shaking, aching, and completely addicted. I tried to go home, tried to sleep, but my body wouldn’t settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hands on me, his voice in my ear, his body pressing me against the wall, teasing me until I was begging. He hadn’t even taken me yet. And that was the problem. He had kept me on the edge, shown me just enough to make me crave more, then pulled away like he hadn’t just shattered something fundamental inside me.

I cried out, riding the orgasm to the highest point as his hand remained between my legs. After regaining my composure, I quickly pushed his hand away from under my skirt and moved to the other side of the seat. He glanced at me with a satisfied grin just as the limo pulled up in front of my building. The way he effortlessly controlled me frustrated me to no end. I felt vulnerable, unable to resist the pull of my attraction to him. It was like being caught in a relentless cycle of craving and weakness, a feeling I couldn't shake off easily.