Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Before I could answer the doctor walked in “o she is awake. I need to rebandage her and check out the rest of her injuries. So perhaps you could go home and come back in a few hours? Charlotte needs to rest too.” I smiled at Eros and Emma. Emma gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “sparks huh? I need to know everything!” and left the room Eros touched my hand and looked at me “I will be back.” I don’t know what got over me, but I mindlink him “it was you. When you touch me I feel sparks.” Eros looked absolutely stunned and stared at our hands touching. Was he feeling the sparks too? He must be right? I thought to myself. Or would he deny how he felt, because he didn’t want to betray Suyin?

he said, voice rough, “I don’t know what’s real anymore. But you feel real.” I couldn’t stop myself. I closed the gap, my lips brushing his, soft at first, then deeper, like we were pulling each other out of the dark. He kissed me back, his hand sliding to my neck, holding me like I was his lifeline. It was everything I’d missed, his warmth, his taste, the way he made the world disappear. When we pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against mine. “I don’t know what this is,” he said, voice low, “but I don’t want it to stop.”

EMPIRE OF SIN — BOOK 1 The Rejected Queen Returns BOOK 2 & BOOK 3 — COMING SOON MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes, violence, betrayal, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. “I’ll make you a queen, Lilith. But are you ready to spread your legs without counting the number of cocks that go in?” Lilith thought she knew what betrayal looked like until she found her husband in bed with the woman she trusted most: her best friend, Anna. But the betrayal is only the beginning. When Anna attacks Lilith and accidentally falls down the stairs, she accuses Lilith of pushing her. Her husband believes Anna without question. Within minutes, Lilith gets

She lowers onto it with a broken, ecstatic sob, her body linking us all in one writhing, vertical stack of flesh and plant. The merging begins in earnest. It begins as pressure at the base of my skull, then erupts outward. Memories, sensations, and emotions surge through me in a violent rush. Giselle’s desperation becomes indistinguishable from my own. Zayn’s last defenses fracture, his pride melting into raw, instinctive bliss. Javier’s playful curiosity collides with Becky’s uninhibited enthusiasm, all of it spiraling through my mind like the golden fluid coursing through our veins.

CHAPTER 39: SEX IN THE CITY Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. ZAHRA'S POV A low hiss escaped Dashiell's lips as I lay on the table, his eyes darkened with lust as my ample breasts came in full view. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding over my perky pink nipples, before trailing his tongue around my already sore areolas. The more he kept me waiting, the more my privates grew sore. I felt his hands grip my hips possessively, sliding it up to raise my dress up to my lower waist.

After, Edward and I look at each other. “Fine, fine, my faults,” Sava responded while rolling her eyes. An hour had passed and was down now on moving Sevi’s bed to its new spot. “Okay, we're just going to push this to there,” he said giving me his instructions. “Noted,” I responded shortly while putting my hands on the left edge of the bed. Accidentally, Edward’s hand also landed on the same spot my hand landed. His hand was at the top of mine. An electric shock runs from my hand to my body. My cheeks are burning red and I can feel a sudden heat of temperature. He slowly turns his eyes on me and we catch our breath as our eyes meet. Chemistry was happening between us at this moment.

My feet carried me not towards the grand staircase and the solitude of my bedroom, but towards the bar in the corner of the living room, a man possessed. My hand trembled as I reached for the crystal decanter of whiskey. It wasn’t nerves; it was her. Serena. The image had been burned onto the back of my eyelids, a permanent fixture in the theater of my mind. She was on her knees, the soft Persian rug a benediction beneath her. Her lips, painted a modest shade of nude, stretched obscenely around my cock, a perfect, sinful ‘O’. The sound of her moan, a desperate, needy hum that vibrated down my shaft and straight into my soul. Her wide, innocent eyes locked on mine, not with fear, but with a k

Brecc growled. She moaned, forgetting all about the room and sighing in bliss. “God, yes. That feels good.” Eros sucked her nipples, biting down and leaving them wet stinging points. He slid a hand down, cupped her pussy and slid a finger between her pussy lips to her entrance and then up to her clit. “You’re so wet. Slick and hot.” Eros let go of her body to strip off his clothing. Then he pulled her to the bed and sat at the edge. He placed her hands to either side of his hips at the same time Brecc hauled her hips back, until she was leaning down, hovering over his cock.

"Now you've got nothing to say, huh? I hissed. I shook my head in disbelief, and walked back over to the chair to pick up my bag. As I streched for it, Eros reached upwards, grabbing my hand. Shocked by this, I immediately tried to jerk my hand away, tugging my arm away from his grasp. This only made Eros grip onto me tighter. He pulled me down and looked up to meet my face. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were much different from how they were earlier in the reception. His once soft, deep green eyes were now cold, and distant. As though he were looking right passed me, despite our eyeballs being only inches away from touching.

“Then let go, Elias. Embrace what you truly desire.” With that, she pressed her lips against mine, a kiss that held centuries of anguish and desire. I melted into her, feeling the world around us fade away. The darkness enveloped us, and I knew, in that moment, that I was lost to her forever. As our bodies moved together in an ecstatic dance, I felt the boundaries of my mind slipping. Pleasure coursed through me like wildfire, consuming every ounce of rational thought. I was no longer just a man in an asylum; I was entwined with her pain, her desire, and the darkness that bound us together.