Infinity Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

He pulled her in to his lap and buried his head in her chest, caressing her wound as she flinched with every mere chest. "It's okay! I didn't know that you were jealous. Or I would have been careful. I know jealousy can make you do worst things just like I did to you a moment ago. I forgive you my love" he was now sounding like an obsessed man who was crazy about her. She freaked out and now her only mission was to get away from him. She cannot change him, he's a beast not an ordinary man. A normal man can never react this way. He kissed her jaw and pressed her head against his chest, raking his hand through her long hair. The touch was so soft that she never felt him like this. The moment w

In a slow-motion Simone undid her leather jacket giving him ever so seductive looks that he found utterly disgusting yet somewhere, the man inside was getting excited of just how much she was willing to go for him. His wife never did a thing as she was supposed to do but he was satisfied because he was in love with her but other than what people in love do, he had no idea what people in lust do. If the attraction that Simone felt for him was anything close to lust instead of admiration, then he supposed this is what those people feeling an overwhelming sense of lust do. Although, the name to call it as infatuation offering a body for the sake of pleasure isn’t just attraction or infatuation.

“All this is for you. I'm yours to do as you wish.” He drew my eyes towards the slow, tantalizing movement, igniting a fire of need inside me. A blazing supernova of pure unadulterated lust raged from my inner core and seeped from my porous skin. They could smell it. It called to them, fueled them. Each set of heady eyes feasted upon me, savoring the scent. I loved them beyond the limits of comprehension. Even though I was still mad at them for lying to me, my love for them never diminished.

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

He hated her tears. He was possessive. For him, she had to be acquired and preserved. He imagined women he would be in love with as beautiful, sacrificing, and never arguing. In actual life situations, things were different. Infatuation did not mean that there would not be any differences and the other person would always remain dumb. But in his case, his perception of love was vague and simple. The feelings and words had taken a shape, a sculpture, he could never imagine. The shape of her.

Late-night phone calls and holding hands in the classes we did share. Like all high school relationships, we were besotted—but with lust. It wasn’t love. Love is healthy. Love enlightened you and set your whole freakin’ world on fire. What I had with Warren was pure lust. The only thing he set on fire was my clit. And even then, he did it badly. It was the same with Ivan. Yes, my body came to life whenever he was around. Yes, all I wanted to do was touch him and hear him speak and seduce him. But that didn’t mean I was out of control. It didn’t mean I couldn’t control it.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

"Love at its core is a mix of yearning, commitment, and recognition. Starting with physical attraction, climbing toward the timeless Form of Beauty. A true love is a kind of friendship that wants the other’s flourishing, not just our own pleasure. Love is a choice to act virtuously toward someone, regardless of fleeting feelings. Love is completeness; without it, a person feels incomplete. She completed, "Love completes us, Vince, and Jasper gives me that completeness. I hope you will find someone to give you that someday." When she said those words, I felt I wasn't entirely right. Indeed, sexuality is more intense with love than just lust; there is this inner connection and joy one feels wh

I asked, standing akimbo. "No, it's because for some time now, when we mate, we are usually in your house or my house, and we do it hurriedly, so I won't have the mindset of marking you at that instant. I've always considered marking you, my dear, but you are still my mate, and no one can change that." He moved closer to me and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "A mate without a mark from her lover is what…?" I shouted, as angecoursedes through me. "I don't think you love me, Manson. You want to only take advantage of me, that's all."

But we weren’t even friends. “I think it’s possible for lust to develop into love, especially if we talk about mate here. We are driven by a passion for our mate, not love. It’s always lust at first. I believed the more they got intimate, the closer they got. Touching each other is an act of communication between mates. Doing that repeatedly eventually will make love grow.” “So naive.” I heard Olivia say but didn’t refute it. “As for your second question. I think lust’s intensity might weaken over time, but that can’t be said for love. If two people truly care for each other, their love shall increase, or at least stay the same.”