Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Breathing a sigh of relief, Alex broke out in sweats as he had a sudden realization of how dangerous the situation a moment ago was. Rena was truly a horrifying woman. She was so cunning to strike when he was in his most vulnerable state which was right after he ejaculated. "Did she just pretend to be caught in my palm?" Alex wondered to himself. "No... she is stronger than both of us combined... There's no reason for her to act weak in front of me. That means only one thing. The paralyzing poison really do work. She's not immune to the power of Eros God. It was just that the effect got shortened."

Eros walked right to me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a pull I couldn't resist. "Erasthai..." a deep sombre voice sifted into my mind frame, and in that moment, I lost my will. My eyes turned void as I pulled away from Dexter, meeting his brother halfway. Eros' eyes flickered between red and black as he took large strides until I was mere meters away from him. The entire area fell silent, and the air grew strained. Bolts of electricity revved between us as I waited - desperately waited, for him to say something. Anything.

My body collided with a hard chest, and a hand clamped over my mouth. Eyes wide, heart pounding, I felt tears spring to my lids, a sob forming at the tip of my tongue. But in the quiet of the room, above the continuous crashing outside, I felt something—the invader’s heartbeat, slamming against my back. And just as the first tears fell against his hand, he murmured, “Jade, it’s me. Eros.”

Although, to be honest, Eros nonetheless feels like the boss with how absolutely he controls me and my body. Pleasure spirals up inside me, making me dizzy, disposing of all rational thought from my brain. My whole world narrows down to the sensations Eros awakens between my legs. He pushes me nearer and closer to the edge, and then I go hurtling off into space. A wave of ecstasy washes over me. A low, animal moan escapes my throat, and my body quakes from the feeling. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is journey the wave as it sweeps me away.

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

Eros sprawled on the couch, breathing heavily as Tisha stood up from the floor and left the room as discreetly as she has entered. Cassandra was on fire now, she could feel her pussy throbbing and her nipples were so hard, that they almost hurt, her breasts were swollen, and, in her head, she started imagining what Eros would feel like inside her. But she still hated him for killing her father and that was the only thought that kept her sane, even though her whole body was sodden with pleasure. She hoped her face didn't give her away. After the girl had left, she looked away from Eros who was now sprawled there on the couch, looking directly at her.

The feeling was mind-altering and my eyes narrowed in pleasure. I peered into his eyes and noticed that his irises were indeed flames and he quickly lowered his head and said in agony, “I'm shifting.” Running my fingers through his hair I came upon his horns and held them as he started to thrust more deeply into my core repeatedly. Panting heavily as my orgasm neared, once Eros bit into my neck, my vision burst into a kaleidoscope of an array of colors. As if by instinct, I bit his neck simultaneously, and his thrusting stopped as my walls tightened around his cock. I had reached my apex and it was so intense that my eyes rolled back into my skull as the feeling of floating consumed me.

"You good?" I asked Psyche as we were cruising along the highway on the way home. I felt her nod, but I also felt her shallow breaths and heard her sniffles in the midst of the silent road that we're taking. And then an idea popped into my head, and so I sped up. "This is not the way to the house. Where are you taking me, Eros?" She asked, confused, and still stifling her sobs. "You'll see." I said to her, and she just nodded and lay her head on my back as we rode up the mountainside.

I cannot stop when my fingers have danced on the black keyboard on the bed. My second novel’s character is named Eros Darwin — as the main character who has multiple personalities. I purposely gave Eros Darwin a psychopathic character in this novel; at least, he still lives in a world of fiction. “Eros,” I whispered as my fingers typed Eros’s name into the paragraphs on the flat screen. “Why is it so cold?” I touched the back of my neck because I felt something cold passing there and then spontaneously turned my face to the open balcony.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.