Limerence Books Novels & Stories

After all, I saw it in her eyes. The last thing I noticed was the name of her book 'Power of the pussy'. I had heard people say that artists are always beautifully insane, and the most tattered and torn hearts created the best holistic works of art. That included writers. I wondered if Lydia was a writer and what could she have possibly gone through to be tattered and torn. I wanted to know what inspired her, what she loved, what ignited her passion. Since meeting her I could not stop thinking about her. Images of her tied to my four-poster bed invaded my mind on my way home. I thought of her full lips wrapped around a ball gag and her beautiful eyes looking up at me, dilated and desperate.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

“It’s open. Anyone could come in.” “Oh.” He stepped back, the heat between us cooling for a split second as he pulled away. “Is that so?” I nodded. Part of me wanted this, wanted him, but the other part was terrified of being caught. “Okay,” he muttered. He reached down and picked up the books from the floor, straightening his suit as he walked back to his seat. I stood there, frozen. I didn’t expect him to flip a switch like that, going from a lover to a cold professor in a heartbeat.

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He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them. He was very handsome. And he somehow made me very uncomfortable. Although I never got the bad vibes from him. I was not the talking type of girl, So he made me super nervous especially with his friends, and some people looking at us. "Uh- I have to go" I soft and sternly said as he frowned. I saw it from my peripheral view as I looked at the end of the hallway. "Were you hurt? What's that?" He asked his hand reaching for the book which I pressed against my bust and my body almost jumped as he harshly pulled it back. I felt exposed. And embarrassed. I could feel my clumsy hands shake as he stared at my ch

"'She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.' Fascinating." "Stop it!" I snatched the book from him. "Not everything in life has to be a quarterly report, Lucien. Some of us like emotion." "And sex?" he teased. "Especially sex. You should try it sometime without a merger contract involved." I pushed my stack of books into his chest, forcing him to take them. Lucien's gaze intensified, and I knew he was about to dig deeper. Before he could, I turned back to the shelves, selecting more books. Series, standalone novels, everything that caught my eye.

RHEA* I knew something was wrong the moment I walked through the door. That suffocating floral scent that always made my stomach turn hit me first. Oh god, not today. Not today that I just came from another failed IVF consultation, another appointment where I cried in the car for twenty minutes before driving home. I don’t have the energy for Patricia Ashton today. I could hear hushed voices as I walked into the living room and I noticed they stopped talking as they saw me.

I fled the room as if the hounds of hell were at my heels, heart hammering, thighs embarrassingly slick. --- The summons didn’t stop. The next day he called me to clean his chambers. The room was almost spotless — only a few books out of place and pillows slightly askew — yet he made me clean it twice under the weight of his stare. His scent, dark pine and warm musk, wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. He dismissed me only after I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in.

“Well did you know that oftentimes, long-term couples most often start to look and sound alike?” Evangeline slightly turned her body towards him as if wanting to hear more. “Really?” She asked with an inquisitive tone. Encouraged by her actions, August began to explain, “Yes, sort of like an emotional contagion. They spend so much time together that the way they move their body and how they speak would become so similar. They become their unique but shared identity.” Evangeline was impressed. Not only was this guy well-mannered but also well-read. From her experience, these kinds of people prefer it if you don’t show too much interest or very little. But just enough to keep the conversation