Limerence Novels & Stories

I couldn’t sleep. Not a wink, my head was throbbing, my legs were shaking, and my mind was unable to rest. All that I could think of was Triston. My hand moved up to my lips, remembering his. Remembering every touch and caress. It almost returned to how it was before. When we were still in love. I had no doubt in my mind that it was impossible. We would never return to that, not now, not in a year, and probably not in another ten years. I had accepted it, but my heart didn’t seem to. It ached, and cried out wanting him back. Wanting him in bed with me, his smell in my nose, his hands touching me.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

I don't want him know this is the first time I'm being fingered and he's the first man who has made me cum like this. Humiliation and something more curls up inside me. Something that make me wish that we are real. Something that makes me wish that he was my mate instead of River. Something that burns more than just lust. Attraction? Love? Damn it... Lira. This can't be lovely or attraction. It's definitely lust. I can't possibly be falling for someone else barely a week after I just get my heart broken. My heart can't be cheap for it to be leaning towards another that quickly.

I was well-versed in the pages of erotic romance novels, my mind filled with vivid imagery. In this moment, however, true love’s first kiss is on my side. It won’t take long for me to find relief. As Layken carried me to my room, I had felt his member rubbing against me and got a sense of how large he was. Naturally, fear should be my initial reaction as I contemplate how he will fit inside me. Yet, if we are truly compatible, I trust everything will work out as it should. Never have I felt so consumed by desire for someone. Layken belongs to me, and I am certain, with every fiber of my being, that God created him and me for each other. Of course, there is also a possibility that I am losing

he murmured. He seemed to agree, but there was a flash in his gaze that made me wonder if he was humoring me, or if he had something else on his mind. I brushed it off, "People get too caught up in feelings. They mix up lust with something deeper and slap a label on it. But really, most of it is just attraction. And it burns out the second something real happens." He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting down to where our hands were still tangled. "So you’re saying all of this—" his fingers tightened slightly around mine, "—it’s just… temporary. Nothing more."

She gently stood up, with no response, and walked up to Daniel, look I know we just got married but I want to make it known to you that It's just on paper. "This marriage may be a legal contract, but it'll never make sense to me, I didn't choose or want this, so I won't pretend otherwise." Daniel looked at Laura with a smile. "Oh, my dear, are you in pain? This was never about love. It was a means to an end, and that end still stands. We need to keep up the appearance of pretense." Laura raged in anger, her eyes welled up with tears. She knew he had a game plan, but she had no choice but to play along.

“Cheesyness doesn’t suits you Falcone don’t try.UmmUUmmmph…ahhhnhhhnhh” “But you love it and you are the only person who can see this side of mine . My love I can’t explain how much I'm falling for you. Limerence…monomaniacal is the right form. I can’t see you away from my eyes, DINI. you are my sanity and to keep this world safe from me just never ever try to get away from me.” he was vulnerable which amazed and quickened her heartbeats so was his thrust. She could feel the maddending in his thrusts like she would vanish into thin air. Her hands rounded his neck and pulled him for a passionate kiss. He was drowned in the kiss and tasted every nook and canny.

He comes closer and bends down a little to bring his face to my face. "What are those things according to you?" He wants to know a simple thing. "love-making contains yearning sex contains craving and fuck contains desiring." He slightly smiles and makes me sit on the chair again. "Can you explain please?" I nod in approval. "Making love is when we love someone deeply and want the person to be intertwined with us. We want to form into one from two. No gap, no distance, only the feelings being curled. Inhaling the breath of the person for whom we are inhaling after falling for the person. That's why I named it Yearning." He is looking at me inklessly.

‘You can’t seriously believe they’re in love with each other? ‘Maybe they’re in lust.’ I immediately wished I hadn’t mentioned that particular L word. I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat, as if by the very mention of the erotic word I had allowed something forbidden into the room. Something forbidden and dangerously tempting. Something that threatened to get out of control like a lit match to dryTinder. I could almost hear it crackling in the silence like tiny flames gathering energy to start an inferno.

' 'Anger and hatred can make people think that they won't be able to see the truth. 'If you don't trust your partner, it doesn't mean the other will be like you.' He tightened his hold on the window and said "Zoya Siddiqui, just pray to God that you never cross paths with me or else this time either you or me will be destroyed in my hatred." There glint of anger and determination in his eyes. Next morning