Novel & Cerita He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence

Slim, curvy at just the right place, and still fleshy enough that would make one grip onto her. It was part of the reason he had crushed on her then. He used to imagine himself banging her tiredlessly until she screamed his name. But, he still wouldn't let her go, until all she could remember was his name. But all that had been a fantasy of when he couldn't have her, but now staring at her naked picture, he felt nothing but sheer disgust all run all over him. It was hard to believe he once craved this. After trying the lingerie effect and seeing that it had no effect on him, she thought the next thing was to send a picture of her in her birthday suit

He worked very hard at that. I put my elbows on the table and cover my face with my hands. How long is it going to take me to stop thinking about him kissing down my body, burying his mouth in me, sliding his tongue inside me? Oh Jesus, how can I give that up now I’ve tasted it? Now that I’ve tastedhim? He’s going to haunt me, I know it already. All I can do is deal with the visions when they come, and hope they gradually fade as the days go by. *

Her laughter, her smile, the way she interacted with Nick—it all stirred something within me, something I was desperate to suppress. I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the lingering remnants of the dream. But the more I tried, the more Lisa's image invaded my thoughts. This had to stop. I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by fleeting emotions, especially not when they threatened the very foundation of my commitments.

His voice faltered as the weight of those memories seemed to resurface, the words lingering in his mind like an echo he couldn’t shake. He knew his body longed to continue, the desire stirring within him, but his heart couldn’t seem to move past that hurdle. The emotional barrier was stronger than any physical urge, holding him back with an invisible, yet unyielding force. “He said you could make me feel like I’m in heaven with just a touch. Does that mean I’m... the kind of person who’s dissolute?” Dean’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the vulnerability clear in his words. The shame of those past moments lingered, making him question his own worth and actions.

Crossing one leg over the other in a casually hazardous manner. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to gather the courage to respond. The room seemed to close in around me, and I averted my gaze, unable to meet his intense stare. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to resist, to not give in to his twisted desires. His charm was undeniable, but it was the dangerous glint in his eyes and the wicked smirk on his lips that sent shivers down my spine.

"Trust me, those guys can get on your last nerve. Unfortunately, we're wired to love them, get hurt, and love them all over again." Her words struck a chord. I wished I could divert my attraction away from Landon, focus on someone else, and firmly tell his arrogant self to go to hell. Better yet, I yearned to immerse myself in trivial matters rather than the complexities of love. No matter how hard I tried to erase thinking about him, I failed. It was like a stain I couldn't get his off. Landon's presence stayed tattooed in my mind like the lingering aftertaste of my favorite coffee, an irksome reminder of an unresolved situation.

Making me ask the Moon Goddess why she would choose to punish me with a mate who confuses me this much. He’s handsome. Painfully handsome. Anyone would see it. The strong jaw, the sharp eyes, the muscles that move when he shifts his weight. But that shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t make my knees feel weak or my heart beat faster. I shouldn’t want him like this. “Are you for real?” Limene teased from inside me, her voice light but knowing. “What do you mean?” I replied quickly, pretending like I didn’t know exactly what she was talking about.

“If you wrap yourself around me like an octopus, I’m throwing you out of bed.” Did he mean that literally? I didn’t want to find out. Not that the thought of hugging that muscular body wasn’t tempting, but that was the problem. I couldn’t trust myself to keep my sanity intact if that happened. Hell, I could barely contain myself when he rubbed lotion on my back. It was just a lotion! The Viper would kill me if he knew how little it had taken to faze me. He would always scoff about how easy it was to cave to desire. I was starting to think he was right.

I would rather not need to confront him at any point down the road. My hands were actually consumed by the disgrace of last evening, and I would rather not need to contemplate that occasion, or even him. Everything is quite immovably implanted in my viewpoints, shown in clear definition to me. I would effectively get an erase button to me, to wipe these away from my mind for eternity. Anything to dispose of that consuming kiss. I need to say I've failed to remember it as of now. Furthermore, perhaps if I simply need it enough... His breathing steadies, making me moan in alleviation. The following inquiry that strikes a chord is how to escape what is going on. Being attached to this person ma

He wondered if she was thinking of him, if the memory of their shared night tugged at her in the same way it did him. He shook his head, trying to clear the images, the sensations that made his pulse pick up uncomfortably. He hated that he thought about her this way. Hate might have been too strong a word. He disliked, intensely, the vulnerability that had been stirred in him, the fragility of his own control. He had spent decades perfecting detachment but now it was crumbling.