Novelas y relatos de Limerence

These ideas were fleeting, empty, and ephemeral. But the passion he felt for Lena, the very tangible, magnetic pull his body exhibited towards hers, was attraction in its purest form. It was animal instinct. It was as if every aspect of Lena had been specifically designed to tempt his every desire. He didn't know how long the feeling would last, but it was strong enough to pursue, at least for the moment. That was important. "I'm sure I will discover that soon enough," Renz said eventually. Jonathon nodded thoughtfully.

Since then, not a single night had passed without her touching herself, desperate to relive the ecstasy he had given her. In the dim light of her room, Lena often found herself lost in the memory of Marius. The way he had dominated her, the way his hands had moved over her body, had imprinted itself on her mind and soul. Each new lover was a pale imitation, but they were enough to stoke the flames of her desire, to keep her tied to the memory of that one perfect night.

No wound and no traces of the pain. He was thinking all night. It was like a distant memory to him but his heart can still clearly remember. His deep feelings for Ember. He wanted to recall how he came to hate. Yes, she betrayed him by cheating on him with the hunter but Lim could feel that it was too shallow, like he didn’t really hate her but was only conditioned to hate her. Veronica. Yes, he that womaa. She was his mate, but why does Liam feel like something was missing, like it was not true at all.

He asked, "Do you know why I can't forget you?" Lexie's voice was a little hoarse, totally different from her previous clearness. "Because the time is short!" Jim smiled. "Well, it's not because the time is short, but because if a person really falls in love with another person, he can keep her in mind for a lifetime. Love is like gambling. It’s often said that one will lose nine out of ten in a gamble. But I don't believe it. I keep betting on one person. I’m addicted when I win, and I want to get back all the things when I lose. You were tender to me, and I was addicted. I don’t know I’ve lost until that thing happened. But I’m reluctant to give up. I want to get everything back, do you un

¶Aiyla PoV¶ " The sweet seduction of your kisses Wild passion More of a teaser Is it the Venom Of a traitorous serpent? Or the nectar Of the wildflower Found in hell. " -Mesmerism * * * * * What started as a talk turned into a wild making of love. His kisses were like a slow cocaine drug to my body, sparks ignited inside me with burning sexual desire for Ronin. I was slowly losing myself to him, his body was calling me to him like a devil calls his predator and like a siren.

Wait, she said she longed for me, right? Damn! Her measurements were too perfect. I fixated my eyes on her round balls of flesh which were partly peeking from behind the two-piece she wore. I wanted to have my hands on them and even sink my face between them. I knew something was wrong in the back of my head. "Where did this woman come from?" My brain constantly asked me, but my body didn't listen to my brain. It continued to feel mesmerized and overwhelmed by her. Heck! I got an erection before I knew it. Soon, my brain stopped giving me danger signals as I slowly gave in to lust.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

She asked smiling as if she has made a really huge achievement. "I don't have feelings for Jason, Lucy. This whole thing between us is just...Lust?" I said. I lied though. It is most definitely more than just lust. I mean the sex is really great and mind blowing and it always leave me wanting more. It wasn't just about the mind blowing sex... it has gone way beyond that. I always crave his presence, I enjoy talking to him and I just always want to be with him. It is like there is some kind of strong magnetic force between us that always seem to pull us back together no matter how hard I try to stay away.

The attraction he speaks of is there, tangible, a force pulling us towards each other like a perverse magnet. — You could slap me, he murmurs, his lips so close to mine I feel his warm breath. You could try to run from me. But you won’t. Because you want to know. You want to know how far this will go. How far you can go. He is right. A morbid fascination pins me in place. It is stronger than fear, stronger than reason. It is the vertigo of the precipice. His lips brush against mine. A barely sketched contact, a promise, a threat. A flash of pure, wild desire pierces me, followed immediately by a wave of shame.

“It seems connected to emotion. Every time I hear your voice, it… reacts.” “Reacts how?” “Like this.” The door slammed shut on its own. Mira blinked. “Okay, that’s terrifyingly romantic.” He gave her a look. “It’s not meant to be romantic.” “It’s literally an emotional magic feedback loop! That’s the definition of romantic.” He sighed. “You find danger far too amusing.” “Of course I do! If I stop laughing, I’ll panic.” He couldn’t help the faint smile that slipped through. “You’re impossible.”