Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Still… “I can’t do it. I’m sorry.” He leaned back. “I thought you’d say so. That’s why I brought him here.” The door opened to reveal Eros. He glided across the room like the saintly Oracle he was. Except, he had a look in his eyes. One I hadn’t noticed before. “You are going to touch yourself and show us what you mean. Eros will find a way to cure you of it.” I swallowed. My wet dreams were manifesting before me and instead of pleasure, I felt fear.

“You’re just a plaything. Not qualified to call me that.” I nearly broke character and laughed out loud. Then he kissed me through the steam, and I definitely lost the ability to breathe, think, or pretend. But when he lifted me and carried me toward the bed, I panicked again. My hands were shaking as I pushed at his chest. “Wait—wait—stop. You need to conserve energy. Health and longevity!” He pried my hands away effortlessly. “In that little trash novel of yours, what just happened was the appetizer. We haven’t even started.”

Waaaah, I can't contain my feels! I cleared my throat again, "I know everyone here already knew their love story. Psyche broke her promise to Eros because of her sisters and that's why they parted. But Psyche accepted all of Aphrodite's punishments to see Eros again." I smiled sweetly and played my glass, "For me, Psyche symbolizes a woman's sacrifices to a man. It wasn't just a man who lifts all the weights in a relationship but a woman too. And Psyche also symbolizes the perseverance to get your love back after a mistake. Taking any tough consequences just to prove that she is sincere to have him back in her life." I squealed after because of giddiness. Just---Waaaahhhh!!! I stan Psyche ev

her body convulsed around him as she reached her peak, waves of pleasure crashed over her endlessly , Eros followed her over the edge, his balls tightened as he spilled his thick semen deep while buried deep within her, that it flowed down her legs. He laid her gently back on the bed and collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as they both lay tangled in the aftermath of their passion. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, semen and desire, the sheet was a crumpled mess beneath them. Nia’s heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn’t just from the sex, it was from the many emotions moving inside of her. she felt-she felt like her old self again, young and sexy. Just then, Eros turned his

His words are slow and seductive, his head lowering as he begins kissing my lips again, my body yearning to be touched, begging for it. Still, after Marcus left his mark on me, I can’t shake it off. Why do I feel like I am cheating? The fact is that Marcus is still on my mind, and it is Marcus who made me this horny. Jackson’s mouth begins kissing me harder and faster. I moan, pulling him to me. This feels so wrong but so right. I love him, and I love his touch, but my mind is stuck on Marcus. How is that even possible?

Chapter 4: Midnight Tease The clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m., red digits mocking my insomnia. The manor creaked like an old lover settling into bed—winds rattling the ivy against windows, distant rain pattering the slate roof. I'd tossed for hours, sheets tangled around my legs, pussy still tender from the bath-time wank, clit hypersensitive from Daddy's stare. Dreams fragmented: Jake's thigh grind morphing into Richard's box-lifting gropes, their cocks duelling inside me. Woke drenched, nightie rucked up to my waist, fingers sticky from a half-conscious clit rub. Thirst clawed my throat—proper thirst, not just for water—and the kitchen fridge called with its chilled bottles.

I growl and push against the invisible restraints. “That bitch, Psyche.” Aphrodite crosses her arms and gives me a smug grin. “The Child of Perses went to her little hideaway in the desert. I thought it would be enough for him to challenge Eros for her, but his mind was too weak to woo her away.” My gears in my mind clank until they find their place. “This is about the Goddess Psyche? Eros’s wife? Because, what? You’re still jealous of her after all these years? Because she’s pretty? Is your ego really that fragile?”

He rubbed his eyes and stood up. "Is it really you?" He asked as he walked around his desk. She smiled and took a few steps toward him. "It's really me. My sisters are dead. Selena is safe now, and we can be together. That is if you still want me." Eros closed the distance between them and pulled Psyche into his arms. When his body shook against her, she looked up and was shocked to see he was crying. "I was so scared I would never see you again. I love you so much." Eros kissed her hard. Psyche melted against him. She has missed him so much. His hands slid down her body and held her bottom. He always loved her firm round butt.

That group of vampires showed up, and when one of them—a blond with blue eyes streaked red—touched me, I felt something strange inside, like something wanted to burst out. Eros appeared and whisked me away. Deep down, I could almost thank him, because that vampire’s eyes seemed to be searching for something deep in my soul, something I didn’t even know was there. I was shocked by Eros’s behavior—his careful touches, then snapping my wing back into place. It felt like putting a piece of myself back where it belonged. A strange sensation grew stronger and stronger, almost suffocating, like feelings ready to explode all at once.

I gasped, a flicker of nervous tension shooting through me even as my pussy clenched hard around Shane. “Not yet,” Ellis promised, his lips brushing the back of my neck in a soft kiss. One of his hands smoothed down my spine. “Just rubbing against you, baby. Relax. Feel how hard you make me.” He thrust slowly between my cheeks, the dirty pressure of his cock sliding against me adding a whole new layer of sensation while I kept riding Shane. The fullness in my pussy, the slick heat pressed between my ass, the way both of them surrounded me completely … it was overwhelming. My breath came in short, desperate pants. My thighs trembled. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.