He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

was the question in his mind. He used to stay 10 meter away from girls. Only his mother was the female he loved. The females who tried to approch him were punished very badely. He even killed many femlale who crossed their line to sedue him.He can only pray that the girl is strong enough to stand not with the buisness king Alexander knight but with the underworld king Alexander Knight.

I’m feeling satisfied now that I’ve seen him again. Sampson huffs “what did he want he was totally checking you out! The nerve of him you are in the company of another male he has no shame for himself” “chill dude it was nothing he works here any way we are just friends so not really shameless of him” “ohh really but does he know that for all he knows you are my girlfriend and we are out on a date” I snort at his statement “but we are not a couple so no harm no foul right, what’s for dessert can you order it you have a sweet tooth a choose the best desserts” I pass him the menu and none other then Perseus comes to serve us I notice his slight limp I swear he didn’t have a limp yesterday and

But there was nothing passionate in them. He smirked before pulling away, breathing raggedly as though he had just run a marathon. I wasn’t any different. I felt as though I’d been dipped in water. My body shivered involuntarily and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I felt something twist in my chest – not hurt. Not exactly. It was something closer to disgust. At him. At myself. For ever loving a man like this. For ever believing he could love me back

His mind went to Raven immediately, He rubbed his temple, trying to dispel the memory of Raven's face from his mind. Lumiére let out a deep sigh as he contemplated the predicament he found himself in. He had been presented with numerous potential brides, but none of them could compare to Raven. There was something special about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He rubbed his temple, trying to push her out of his mind again. After all, he knew that it was impossible for them to be together.

"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.

“Is this from the win or am I just damn irresistible?” “Oh shut up.” Liam’s pulse was hammering. He could still clearly remember that day when they'd almost gone all the way. He'd thought about it almost every fucking night. Craved more. “I’ve been thinking about your irresistible cock.” He didn’t give a shocked Raphael time to answer. He simply slid down.

He tried to focus on the tasks ahead, but his brain refused to cooperate, stubbornly insisting on replaying the memories of his encounters with Jenny. He uttered to himself in a whisper that was almost incomprehensible because of the pats and ticks of his fidgeting footsteps, "I think I am getting addicted, and attracted, to Jenny. It sent down a shiver up his back, and into the pit of his stomach it settled unease.

I've even been walking around with a constant erection, which is embarrassing. I've tried to distract myself with hobbies and activities, but even then, my thoughts drift back to her. It's starting to affect my daily life, as I'm struggling to concentrate on work and other responsibilities. I know I need to find a way to manage these feelings, but it's easier said than done. It's a delicate balance of acknowledging the attraction without letting it consume me completely. I hope with time, I'll be able to find some peace of mind and move on from these thoughts.

Of course, he didn't tell her that. So that's why he erased Grace’s memories every time they made love. He didn't want her to know that it was just a mere lust, a primitive need and that his longing was nothing but sex. After all, he was cursed to be like that for eternity, to never feel love and genuine passion, that he was made to suffer, and the urge to erase his lover's mind after passionate sex was something he couldn’t help.

My desire for him was unending and I figured that the more we made love the more I got more attached to him. Grace you told me that I should try as much as possible to stay away from this man, I feel you and I Know that you meant well for me but the problem is that I couldn't, I tried but I couldn't get my body to agree with me, the extent of grip he has on me is more than the one I have on my self. Fuck!