Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Joy, happiness, exhilaration, love, lust as well as desire went on flying here and there above the field of Aquarius Erianto’s and Pisces Erianto’s minds, hearts, and perception. Erito Ricky’s and Eriwan Rocky’s dead bodies could be visible nearer, nearer, and clearer. They were seen still in their hugging each other position. Slowly, but certainly, their background began to change. The glass casket began to change into a wide, big, cozy, comfortable bed. The glass casket began to be dimmer and dimmer. The layer of ice on which Erito and Eriwan were lying down also began to change into their smooth, silky, warm, comfortable white bed sheet. The clothes Erito and Eriwan were wearing also bega

Chloe’s hands trembled as they rested on Ereshia’s hips, her mind reeling, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and longing. Ereshia’s lips brushed Chloe’s ear, her voice a whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re mine now, completely. No one will touch you without touching me first,” she murmured, her words a promise and a warning. Her mouth claimed Chloe’s in a kiss that was both tender and devouring, her lips soft yet demanding, her tongue a gentle invasion. Chloe melted into the kiss, her resistance crumbling as Ereshia’s power enveloped her, a force as ancient as time itself. The water around them grew still, the steam settling as the weight of what had happened settled over C

I don't give a shit about her but the sight of Eros is making me feel fucking murderous after the gross assault to my mind. That's like... fucking rape. I'm being raped by my own mind. "You looked like you disconnected from reality," Eros laughs, still flaunting his chest like a slut. It makes me... fuck, I just hate this guy so much, "What now? What did I do?"

Then suddenly a wave of dizziness rolled through me, making me sink back, and I hissed in pain as my hand flew to the mark at the nape of my neck. "Nova, what's wrong?" My fingers barely touched the skin. It hit out of nowhere. Brutal. Just like the first time Lorenzo bit me. "I don't know... but I feel it so clearly... Eros is calling me... I feel the bond stronger than ever," Nova said, full of emotion, while my heart started pounding faster. Had he rejected his former mate? Or did that woman simply no longer exist in this world? The pain turned into something else. Something hotter. A pleasure that made me crave him like crazy. Touch him, hold him, kiss him, make love to him...

I drop the receiver back in its place. But even as I shift my focus back to work, my mind betrays me. Ere. The sound of her name in my head alone sends a strange current through me. She was making me feel things I didn’t understand, things I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand. It wasn’t just an attraction; it was something deeper, somewhat hypnotic, something unsettling. The way her eyes had lingered, the curve of her lips when she spoke, even the way her silence carried weight, all replayed in my mind like a stubborn song stuck on repeat.

He shook the feeling off with a bitter chuckle, almost laughing at himself for how ridiculous his thoughts seemed. Evanora descended the staircase, her heart racing nervously. She tried to calm her breathing, offering a warm smile to the group as she reached the bottom, though she couldn't bring herself to look directly at Eros. His intense gaze bore into her, filled with a mixture of admiration, lust, and something darker-something that made her feel both drawn to him and uneasy at the same time. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Eros was already moving toward her, his steps deliberate. He took her hand in his, the touch surprisingly gentle, before wrapping his other arm around her w

he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently. Eros hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got the first night that Eros's lips brushed my hand. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Eros's eyes never leave mine, and I am unable to blink and break his hypnotic stare. I want to scream, want to thrash from this sweet agony but I am to

Ares continuing to explore while Eros continued to caress her sides, his mouth nipping at her shoulder and baseline of her neck, his nose looking for that spot that they would soon mark when ready. Engrossed with her book, Isabella can’t help but feel her lower belly quiver. Her nipples beginning to tingle at the thought of being played with by her future husbands even as she began to shift uncomfortably within her seat. Her mind now remembering her vivid dream that she had of her and Alex causing heat to suddenly stir deep between her legs. “GAMO (FUCK)”

It's a tricky line to walk and I thought we had it all figured out by just—not. Not sleeping together. Not even speaking to each other. And then Eros decides to show up in the break room out of absolutely nowhere, gets down on his knees, and makes me come like I've never come before—at least since that first night. What the hell does he want from me? And what the heck do I need from him?

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his presence overwhelmed me, the whip, the wax, the bond—all of it pulling me deeper into the abyss where I no longer recognized myself. And somewhere in the distance, I could hear my own voice—weak, trembling—whispering a single word: yes. 9 LENA The air around us shifted, growing hotter, suffocating, as if the room itself were breathing with us, fueled by some unseen flame. Cassian’s presence felt like a wildfire, a destructive, consuming force that threatened to reduce everything to ash. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and the burn of it spread, crackling in the space between us, setting my skin on fire.