Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Leon I have him beneath me like something fragile and impossible. Edric’s mouth is still on mine when the thought hits, too soft, too human, too unaware of what he’s pressed against. The bed is tangled beneath us, sheets twisted like they’ve already given up pretending this is controlled. My hand is at his waist, firm enough to keep him here, careful enough not to break him. Azrael is not careful. He prowls under my skin like a living fire, restless and starving. Every time Edric exhales, the wolf surges closer to the surface like it wants to answer him directly. I swallow hard and deepen the kiss anyway, like I can press the beast back down through force alone.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

he said, and this time there was no command in his tone, only a plea. The silence stretched between us, thick and alive. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the pull of something dangerous and safe all at once. I turned to leave again, but the floor was still slick from the rain and my foot slipped. But before I could fall, Eros caught me, his arms closing around me in one swift, instinctive motion. My palms pressed against his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath my fingers, strong and steady, while mine raced in chaos. For a moment, neither of us moved.

However, before I could, he suddenly applied more pressure. Like a single push of a button, I was devastated. My entire body and mind seemed to be screaming like crazy. My body began to buckle. My lips parted slightly, and my legs unconsciously spread wider. Just as I was about to achieve ecstasy, Dr. Carter suddenly withdrew his hand. The end came abruptly, leaving me with a profound sense of loss. "We're done. You have quite a few sensitive spots," Dr. Carter said, wiping his hands. Although his expression was impassive, I noticed a startling bulge in his pants. Could Dr. Carter really be interested in me, a country woman who'd been farming all year round?

I felt his tongue dart across my lips which parted slightly in response, and suddenly his tongue was against mine, massaging it with vigour. An involuntary moan slipped though my lips and alerted me to what was happening. I was making out with my Greek god and I was enjoying it far more than I ever expected. It was as if I was being given a brief glimpse of what it would be like standing by his side – and I liked it. But I couldn’t discredit Ricky... could I? Morpheus must have noted the change in my mood because he pulled away, although he still held me up against him. “Everything alright?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine.

“I’ll talk to him in . . . private. Ten minutes is the least you can offer me to get to know the man I’ll be spending my entire life with.” Papa didn’t argue, but I was sure he caught the meaning behind it. I was so mad at him for making me do this. For bartering me off to the first man who extended a hand to me. And worse, I wasn’t offered a chance to know him. I met Eros’s gaze and my body trembled at the intensity of them. He was like Eros, the Greek god of carnal pleasures, with deadly blue eyes and an equally searing aura oozing from him that could kindle certain feeling inside anyone’s body, which was precisely why his name had suited him so well.

My nipples felt so taunt and hard that they began to hurt. “No…” I murmured as I felt my control starting to slip away. EROS filled my mind with desire and need as he continued to play with my breasts with his teasing hands, fingers, lips and tongue. “This room is soundproof…I guess…” he murmured lazily. Doesn’t that mean that he doesn’t know for sure? “Ahhh! EROS…” I moaned louder before calling out his name.

I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us. Only after he swallowed it did I finally pull back. The black mist around him flared violently, like it had exploded. I smiled and crooked a finger at him. “There’s still the cream,” I said lightly. “Want a taste?” “You— you… You’ve got no shame!” Luther’s voice came out ragged, equal parts anger and panic. I laughed. “Don’t tell me that was your first kiss.” “…” He turned his head away, refusing to look at me. But the mist around him seemed curious. It drifted toward me, brushing lightly against my skin before curling around me in a soft, protective swirl.

Eros Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Enriquez is mentally unstable. From birth, he has been suffering from several impulse control disorders. When he was young, he resorted to bullying and stealing. Then it was bullying and alcohol. With therapy, we got rid of his illnesses, but he started gambling. No amount of therapy could help him this time. We tried to get him off gambling, and he developed schizophrenia. In the last twenty years, it became worse, more so after he went bankrupt. He stopped his treatment, and now he’s usually lost in a world of hallucinations. Dad and I had taken care of him since the day he was born. I promised dad I would take care of him all my life. I co

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed.