Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Is Eros just delirious? "Eros, how is this? This strange feeling keeps coming up," Alea murmured, apparently Eros delirious because the man closed his eyes and fell asleep. Alea breathed her breath, her attention returned to Eros' lips. Curious, the girl drew her face closer and was about to stick her lips with Eros's. He wanted to feel that lip with his full consciousness, not when he was drunk. However, Alea again disregards his intentions, keeping his face away again, but Eros' hand again holds his neck. Eros' eyes re-open and stare at Alea.

She wanted to beg him to stop but deep down, she was ready to get fucked till she lost her life. Gem was unaware that it was the aphrodisiac in their semen was working on her. After Zane fucked Gem to death too, Jaxon felt remorseful. He couldn't get hard anymore. He was exhausted. Mike and Gem’s sexual energy was one of the best he had ever enjoyed. “Let’s release their friends,” he said to Zane. But his twin brother was insatiable. He wanted to know how it would feel to be inside Red’s cunt. He had never had a pregnant woman’s pussy ever.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

The three of them had developed a language in the past few days that required no words… the touch that meant I've got you, the glance that meant stay with me, and the pressure of a hand that meant not yet, keep going. The festival noise filtered up through the ventilation shafts in the walls. Moans layered over music, the wet sounds of bodies and the occasional fractured scream when someone's loop tipped past pleasure into something the nervous system wasn't designed to sustain. The crowd had stopped being a collection of individuals and had become something collective… a single organism pulsing with overlapping fantasies, and Echo was the current running through it. They were on the fourth

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

We were no longer walking on filaments of light; we were wading through a thick, silver-grey Static—a psychic white noise that tasted of copper and ozone, vibrating at a frequency specifically designed to interfere with the biological resonance of a mate-bond. "Keep your eyes on the glow of my marks, Eryx," I commanded, my voice sounding distant and tinny, as if I were speaking through a long, metallic pipe. My sunset-gold fire flickered dangerously, the edges of the flame turning a sickly, digital blue as the entropy field attempted to "re-index" my power.

And the great sex, I try to tell my brain and my heart that seem to be getting more confused by the second. The feeling of my chair moving breaks my thoughts and I notice that Theo has dragged my stool closer to him so our thighs are almost touching. “What are you thinking about?” He asks and I glance at him nervously, trying to calm my racing heart. “You seem nervous.” His voice is low and moves through my whole body causing a dull pulse between my legs. His cologne, sexy and masculine swirls around me, and combined with the low lighting of the bar and the light music playing, it’s the most carnal aphrodisiac.

Each time he reached across her to grab book or pen, or brushed against her , Cassie could feel the spark between them. Despite her best efforts to maintain professionalism, Dr Cassie couldn’t help but indulge in these little, sensual moments. Their lingering glances and accidental touches were exciting, a sweet mix of risk and desire that left her wanting more. One evening, as they were finishing on the final chapter for Dylan's project , he suggested they grab a coffee . It was a casual offer, but Cassie knew that crossing that line could lead to something dangerous . Still, she found herself agreeing, unable to resist his lure.They walked to the local cafe , which was just a few minutes w