He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

Before I could continue, He held my wrist and turned me around, pinning me with my face on the wall and his chest pressed against my back, growling in my ear which made me quiver. “You have no idea how much I lust for you Lucille…” He growled, pressing himself on me, moving to my neck. “Then what’s stopping you?” I asked breathlessly. “Because this will make our bond eternal and perennial devastation is beyond my capabilities to control.” He whispered sadly, loosening his grip on me and pulling away a little. “It’s not that I don’t want you, I do but I can’t do this Lucille.” He spoke gently, turning me to him.

To ground him. He shakes his head, but his eyes drop to my lips. Then they go lower, lingering on the way my shirt is clinging to me from the run through the woods. "It’s not just the guilt, Elara. There’s still something... off. Like echoes of that curse, twitching inside me whenever I get close to you. What if I lose control? What if I hurt you?"

And these challenges bring people closer, instead of driving them apart. When I was at Jonathan's house, trying to annoy that wealthy guy who only thinks about money, even though he already has a lot, I felt an unusual shiver. I know he's handsome with an incredible body, and his deep, strong voice must drive any woman crazy if whispered in her ear... Oh my! - I roll my eyes as I imagine that. But... - I sigh - I felt something out of the ordinary when I touched him. And it wasn't related to his looks, nor was any romantic atmosphere to awaken my libido at that moment. It was something I still don't understand. A sensation similar to when I perform a new choreography. That shiver! I even mov

I shook my head, determined to put him out of my mind and focus on my work. Throughout the day, I couldn't shake the feeling of Viktor's presence lingering around me. It felt like he was always watching, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and try to win me over. But I was steadfast in my decision. I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by his charming words and alluring gestures. I had to remain strong, for both of our sakes.

“I don’t just think it—I feel it. Deep in my bones. But it’s like trying to remember a dream after you’ve woken up. The harder I try, the more elusive it becomes.” He sighed again. “It’s like,” he struggled to find the words, “like there’s a part of my life that happened but was erased. Sometimes when she laughs or moves a certain way, I get this overwhelming sense that I’ve lived this before. But then it slips away like smoke.” He turned to face me fully. His eyes were intense and pained. “I’m not attracted to Sarah, Lily. But these feelings, these flashes—they’re driving me crazy. I need to understand what they mean.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nodded, more to myself and clasped my hands together. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t even a real kiss. It was just something a little more than a peck on the lips, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. Neither could I control the shivers I felt each time I replayed it in my mind. How he touched me. How attractive he looked so close to me. And I liked it. Damn it!

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 Dexie 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.

The thought sent a shiver through him, his mind momentarily surrendering to the temptation. But Derek's conscience intervened, his inner voice slapping him back to reality. "She's your nephew's wife," he chanted to himself, the words echoing through his mind like a mantra. He repeated it over and over, a stern reminder of the boundaries he couldn't cross. With a deliberate effort, he extinguished the spark of attraction, his gaze retreating from the forbidden territory of Autumn's skin.

My legs trembled as if I was on the edge of something irreversible, something I couldn’t undo. Lucien’s hands trembled as they cupped my face, holding me gently but firmly. His voice was raw, full of regret and longing. “I didn’t want this. Not the bond, not the control it has over me. But every time you’re near—every word you speak—my wolf goes insane. And you...” He leaned even closer, voice rough and desperate. “You smell like temptation. Like something I can’t resist. Like you belong to me.”

No wound and no traces of the pain. He was thinking all night. It was like a distant memory to him but his heart can still clearly remember. His deep feelings for Ember. He wanted to recall how he came to hate. Yes, she betrayed him by cheating on him with the hunter but Lim could feel that it was too shallow, like he didn’t really hate her but was only conditioned to hate her. Veronica. Yes, he that womaa. She was his mate, but why does Liam feel like something was missing, like it was not true at all.