Limerence Books Novels & Stories

I hadn’t slept in three nights, and it was entirely my fault. A week ago, half-drunk and feeling cocky, I’d dug through an old thrift-store book—the kind of dusty, leather-bound thing that promised secrets and curses—and read one of the rituals out loud. It was supposed to summon a lust demon, a joke really. I imagined some sultry female spirit appearing, something I could fantasize about. I didn’t expect it to work. But apparently, I was wrong.

Eli's eyes, dark and smoldering, held no mercy, only the promise of surrender and possession. With a slow, deliberate push, Eli took the lead, turning the game entirely on its head. Leo's usual dominance melted away under the searing blaze of desire, his body arching in reluctant submission. The monster inside him roared, craving more, yet yielding to the unyielding heat of Eli's claim.

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

She had him and I felt so dumb that I am allowing myself go through this, but I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let Dian go. I wanted him so badly– his rough grip on my hips, his tongue tracing my collarbone, his thick cock owning me completely. I groaned frustratingly as I hunched over my laptop in the library, papers sprawled across the table in a chaotic mess. My fingers tapped absentmindedly on the keyboard while my heart refused to slow down. I tried to convince myself I could focus on my research, on my deadlines, in a way to take my mind off Dian, but it was useless.

And I'll gladly aid you in getting a magnificent orgasm. Magnificent orgasm stood out for me. It had me salivating for more. Hell, this Ryder could be a ghost for all I care! Had I ever thought of that? Instead I was consumed by how he intended to aid me in the erotic act. What if he was a gnome, or worst a one-eyed monster? I scoffed to myself. I should do well to stop reading all those horror fantasy books, they never do well to help me in my everyday life afterall. I ordered for a full mirror and it arrived later the following day which was a weekend. Placing it at the edge of the bedroom, positioned in a way that if one were to walk in, the first thing they noticed was the mirror.

By the time she returned to her apartment that night, she was trembling—not with fear, not entirely, but with the awareness of how intoxicating danger could feel, how close desire could be to disaster, and how some lines, once crossed, refused to stay hidden. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking. Every shadow seemed longer, every noise sharper. And through it all, one truth was undeniable: Lucian had marked her attention, her curiosity, her will. And now, whether she liked it or not, she was marked.

Much more than last year. - What a record. – Mimi said. – Here are some gifts that are more advertising and marketing, to present yourself than gifts. – Hikaru said, taking a gift with a card, more than 40 packages of books. – Are you going to invest in bookstores, dad? – Hikaru questioned. - Yes, let's negotiate. – Mimi said. - Several investors and associates will come, they are ready, but I think about the shareholders. – He said.

Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He pushed off the shelf and walked toward me, he felt close enough that I could smell the faint scent of aged paper and something darker, like midnight rain. “Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.”

My lips struggled to wrap around just the tip, and after taking it about halfway in, he grazed my gag reflex causing me to choke. I recoiled, trying to pull away, but his fingers ran through my hair, fisting the strands and holding me in place. "Take it all the way down, darling. I know you can do it." His voice, while encouraging, had this mocking tone. Determined to show him I could do it, I began to go down again, swallowing more and more of his cock. Each second that passed seemed to just increase my arousal, and my clit begged for attention. Luther, like he could read my mind, leaned forward and rubbed two of his fingers against my entrance.

he managed to ask, his voice breaking under the strain of his own lust. "Yes," she whispered, her hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers dancing over the seam of her jeans. She could feel the dampness through the denim, the heat of her own arousal radiating off her. "I've fasted and prayed, begging God to take these filthy, sick thoughts from my mind. But every time I see this man, the lust just comes crashing over me. I want him to touch me, Father. I want to feel him inside me, filling up every empty part of me until I can't breathe."