Novel & Cerita He Couldn't Shake Off The Limerence

His hand holding my wrists above my head feels like an iron clad cuff. Linc draws his middle finger against my lower lip, leaving a trail of my creamy arousal, my scent hits me and I feel a flood break free down there. This shit is the most erotic thing ever. I can't breath. "And you let something as unnecessary as guilt hold you back from what we could be." Linc says, his voice is bitter and disappointed and yet, shamelessly, all I want is for me to resume touching me. I miss him. I need him. I can't process complex thoughts outside of how he feels inside me.

Her jaw dropped again. His short pursuit vanished as her horrible stink went away and the strawberry vanilla scent of her wrapped around him, arousing the longing that smouldered deep inside him. The sheer idea of her stripped naked in the shower, with just a delicate door between them... He couldn't refute the warmth, he couldn't deny something that bound them together, but he shook his head. This woman had his mate and enjoying her fragrance was... was... like he cheated on Lily. But the heat poured through him, twirling through the air and making his speech heavy. "Unless you need me? "

What did it mean that I couldn’t shake the feeling of his touch, even as I stood there, cold and alone? What kind of power did he have over me? Why did it feel so impossible to just let go of this pull? I needed to remind myself that the connection was fleeting, that it was just an outburst of chemistry, a fleeting moment. I could walk away. I could still hear his voice low, laced with something dangerous and inviting. And in that moment, the last shred of control I had left started to slip away. I told myself over and over that it didn’t mean anything. That this craving wasn’t real. That it was just the result of a fleeting moment of weakness.

“It's supposed to make me jealous because we did more than that.” “It wasn’t to make you feel jealous, I was just saying a fact,” Mark replied, and stood close to me. “That’s just what she made you believe. When it's the right time she’s going to push you away, and you won’t…” He clicked his tongue. “Do you think she loves you?” “Whatever she thinks shouldn’t be any of your business,” Mark defended. “She’s just…what’s the word again…” He scratched his head and knew that he was drunk. He snapped his fingers. “Limerence.”

Goosebumps had formed on my skin even though I was still sweating shitless and my legs wouldn't stop shaking. I didn't take my eyes off Liam. What the fuck was I going to do that for? Gazing at him only threw every bit of my body into a powerful twirl, into a frenzy. The feeling inexplicable as it was exciting. I couldn't understand what was going on but I loved it. I loved the torturous emotions I was overcome with. They sent bunch of bubbling ripples throughout every of my muscle. Was this also a hangover effect?

He hates me. But the more I try to convince myself, the more I feel the undercurrent of doubt. The memory of his touch isn’t something I can easily erase. It lingers, gnawing at the edges of my resolve. I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. I have to stay focused. I have to stay in control.

She would shower him with attention, soften him, lure him back into her hands—only to suddenly turn cold and leave him hanging without explanation. Lucas felt like he was losing his mind. There had been several moments when things nearly crossed the line between them, but Amelia always found an excuse to stop it from going further. It made him doubt himself. Maybe his body wasn’t attractive enough. Maybe he couldn’t satisfy her. “Damn it! The rejection ceremony is tomorrow. I need to mark her so she can’t escape me. Even if I just imprint my scent on her so everyone knows she’s mine and that something already happened between us,” Lucas muttered irritably, pacing back and forth in front of h

The way it crumpled this morning when I told him to leave. The way the light drained right out of his eyes, replaced by something bare and wounded and quietly devastated. Like he knew it was coming. I press my pen against my notepad and stare at the words I've scribbled without absorbing any of them. I made love to him. That's the part I can't get past. That's the thought that keeps circling back around like some kind of relentless bird of prey, picking at me every time I try to bury it. I made love to Xarion Luther.

The forbidden fruit, the one thing he couldn't have, was now taunting him mercilessly. His thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of dark fantasies, each one more intense than the last. His mind wandered to the depths of debauchery and the unexplored ways he could possess her. The torment of being denied the very thing he craved only intensified his desire. His fingers trembled, tingling with an undeniable urge to touch and claim her. The delicious torment of imagining the thrill that his fingers could ignite within her sent shivers down his spine. The thought of his cock, throbbing with restrained anticipation, yearned for the intensity of connection it could offer.

She was frozen on the spot upon hearing that her man is getting married already. Their relationship has not started yet and it's destiny is doomed. She inhaled very slowly to clear the pain that she felt in her heart. Why she is affected so much she does not understand.She did not even have a conversation with the man,and yet her she is, getting affected by him getting married!