He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence Novels & Stories

Zayne stood, nodded, and left. ****** LISA I tried to continue beading the outfit on my lap, but my mind wouldn’t stay still. Every time I blinked, flashes of his hands on my body came back. I was still a little sore from last night, yet instead of shame, all I felt was craving. How do I stop this? Nothing about this is right. Craving my best friend’s father. Craving a man who thinks I’m a child. “Did you kiss him?” Emily’s voice made me jump. My whole heart dropped. Did she know? My palms were sweating.

But I won’t be denied either. He finally turned and shut his door, leaving me standing there, the weight of frustration, desire, and unresolved tension pressing down like a physical force. I could feel the pull of him in my mind, the heat lingering even after he had gone, like a phantom touch I couldn’t shake. Liam murmured softly in my mind link, low and knowing: Dwayne really hasn’t moved on. Not even close.

He refused to be swayed by fleeting sensations, by the echoes of a night that should have meant nothing. It’s just residual dopamine, he told himself coldly. A physiological response. Nothing more. This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Shutting down the thought with ruthless efficiency, he exhaled sharply and turned his attention back to his documents, resolutely pushing her from his mind. ---

“No. I won’t shift!” He gave me a frustrated look. “Fuck you, Hermione! You don’t affect me. I’ve seen better! So, do as I say” He gripped me again to give me a vigorous shake. As if that would make me shift! I grunted at his contradictory speech. If I didn’t affect him, why was he so turned on?

He needed to unload some things from it. “I keep asking myself why. Why do I feel this strong attraction to you? Why do I crave something I can never have?” A dark, humorless chuckle made it past his lips. “the gods are brutal, ain’t they? Shoving you in my face, in my life when you can never be mine…” Abruptly, he stood up and shoved his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as he panted. Then the tears clinging to his lashes began to slip down his cheeks.

My heart sank when the images from last night burned into the back of my eyelids. I could still feel him all over me. His groans echoed in my head. His fingers felt imprinted into my flesh, as if they had marked every inch of my body. He had touched me like he was trying to erase any other memory from my skin. Like he wanted me to remember only him. Lucien had truly lost control last night. He had been relentless. Every time I thought he was satisfied, he would flip me over, drag me back to the edge, and start again, leaving me gasping and shaking.

I also couldn't forget what he was and what he's done. I also couldn't let go of the shame of knowing I was falling for the man who was responsible for my current situation. I couldn't pretend the man I had been wanted to cling to like he was my lifeline didn't intend to keep me captive for the rest of our lives. Where there was infatuation, another factor also affected our relationship.

The image of the fish and the image of the flowing river becomes looking more alive that one can even say that the river in his drawing is moving. Oddly, at every unused space, there are sketches – Lucas’ secret, his ideal partner. A partner made from his dreams. A partner so perfect that he always seems to forget his exact features. A partner that even the deities would assert against to be given just to achieve his desire. This partner, sadly, is only in his imagination. A fragment of his artistic mind. Someone who he longs to be with, but will sadly never be true. He couldn’t remember how it happened, but on his 18th birthday he immediately knew what kind of person he wanted to spend his

His mindlink sent shiver running down to my spine, what the hell was I doing? I had almost lost my self control and make love to Lilac. Horror filled me in when I realized what I was doing, what if I become too attach to her, the ritual is for breaking the bond between me and her. The attachment will only make things complicated. I know I had failed to keep my promise of not touching her but I made sure never to kiss her. I don't want her to fall for me, only for me to forget she's my mate and break her heart.

What the hell came over me? My fingers trembled as I shoved them into my hoodie pocket. I couldn’t ignore the way my skin still buzzed—like something deep inside me had been stirred awake. Like my wolf had lifted its head. It didn’t make sense. None of this did. Lavin Darkfire was my enemy. The arrogant jerk who taunted me, who barged into my room like he owned the place. So why the hell was my heart still racing from a kiss I didn’t want? To worsen it all, His look was neatly stamped in my head and the fact that I couldn't shake it off made me even more livid.