Mesmerized Novels & Stories

having his attention on me is thrilling and electrifyingly appealing. Mercer steps slightly closer and my entire nervous system immediately betrays me. Wonderful! “You’re thinking too hard,”He murmurs. “How do you know I’m thinking hard?”I murmur squinting at his observation. —————111 “You get quieter… and there’s a cute little furrow on your forehead when you’re deep in thought.”He says, voice low and amused as he smiles again as my heart squeezes painfully. The sight of those pearly white teeth flashing under the soft penthouse lighting hits me harder than it should.

They moved together and sensation guided their ascent towards shared rapture. Isabella arched her back, instinctively pressing herself deeper into him, wanting to absorb every possible sensation, to feel every inch of his being united with hers. Her scream echoed, her orgasm surged through her in powerful waves, leaving her breathless and trembling. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Mahesh's engorged member, milking every last drop of sensation. Her head thrashed against the pillow as she rode the crest of the overwhelming ecstasy.

The words mesmerize me. The witch races her head, and I stare into her starry eyes. I feel like I’m getting dragged into them as if I’m being taken over by the stars that twinkle and twirl in her irises. They beckon me, and I find breathing itself a hard deed to complete. I feel like I’m floating, as if I’m a feather, light and soft, letting the winds take me to my next destination. As I get lost in those eyes, I do not care for the world. I do not care for my lack of memory; I don’t care for my fear of becoming Maddox’s prisoner. I do not care that I’m a stranger in the midst of strangers. I don’t care for potential family members or friends scouring the Lunar woods or the Genecy river to f

I muttered over and over again. Jasper looked at me confused. “What’s wrong?” Noah asked us in confusion. “I think—I think we just accidentally bonded,” I told the room. Fuck me.

—Yes, I do. That day she became Mrs. Cruz. She was the happiest woman in the world; her heart ached again when she remembered that brief moment and she couldn't stop that tear from coming out. She shook her head, wiped the tear; she hesitated whether to correct him and tell him that very soon she would be Torres again, but she didn't. She couldn't assimilate it yet, so she didn't mention it. "He, he, he, yes, well I've been doing very well, you know, living alone I went online for a while to distract myself, I'm looking for something interesting to do."

She asked straight away. His lips curved into a sly smile, the expression lingering for precisely five seconds before he spoke. "Looks like you're stuck with me today. Prepare to learn everything there is to know about Dreamstate, our esteemed stockholders, top executives, and all the critical nuances that make us who we are."

I could see the sincerity although he had not yet spoken, his eyes focused on me but his face remained relaxed and assuring. “Well, then, if it’s a dream I don’t want to wake up.” He smiled at me sweetly as he said those words and I suddenly forgotten what we were talking about. The room began to disappear and all I saw was him. It all seemed like a blur up until the point where I found myself smiling back at him. I looked to the floor and then back up at him. I couldn’t hide the amount of passion I felt, it showed right through my eyes and my heart was on my sleeve.

She felt that if this continued, she might give up the ghost. On the other hand, the two male were seeing stars whilst their monster got in and out of her. It could be said that if a gun were pointed at them right there and then, they would be dead as the speed of their mind reaction was almost approaching zero. Travis was already feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming, no matter how much he tried to control it, he couldn't, and the overwhelming pleasure was making his body shudder "Fu~uckkk!!." A moan deep from his soul left his mouth and his brain turned dull. But the time he recovered, he had cummed inside her.

Her head moved, not just up and down, but with a subtle, swirling motion that sent electric shocks straight to my core. I watched her, my breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts. Her eyes were closed, her features focused in a mask of intense concentration. A low, humming moan vibrated from her throat, around me, a sound of pleasure that was entirely for the act itself. She was good. Better than good. She was a virtuoso of this, taking me to the edge with a relentless, practiced perfection that drove every thought from my mind except the need for more.

We were going to take everything she ever loved. Our rough entanglement grew deeper, the taste of him intoxicating me as his teeth gently grazed my lower lip, making me let out a soft whimper into the kiss. The adrenaline rushing through my veins was a drug, making my heart race faster than the fear ever could. I forgot about the boardrooms, the missing family funds, the forged signatures on the trust documents. I just needed him to anchor me right here, to prove to me that we were still winning the game.