Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Her cries grew higher, more desperate. “I’m… Elise, I’m going to…” She shattered. Her body clenched hard around Elise’s fingers. Fresh warmth coated them as Daphne shook through her release, moaning Elise’s name like a broken chant. Elise drew out every aftershock with gentle licks until Daphne sagged, boneless and breathless. She rose and kissed Daphne again, slow and deep, letting her taste herself. Daphne clung to her, eyes glazed with wonder and fresh hunger.

When the woman took off her skimpy bikini revealing her pinkish and perky nipples, Phoenix swallowed an invisible lump in his throat. The air shifted, burning desire started to envelope his senses. He wanted those nipples on the pad of his tongue and he wanted to devour every inch of her breast. For the first time in his thirty years of existence, Phoenix felt an intense desire for a woman. A kind of desire he never felt before. Eve continued to dance on the stage, and when their eyes met, she winked at him. At that moment, Phoenix knew he was doomed. “Damn!” he cursed. He cupped the front of his baggy jeans, he’s housing a massive hard-on in a public place! “This is a fucking disaster!”

No, Rochester is coming up from the front tomorrow just for the night; I will eat with him at Larue's alone. will test him continually. I inspected Jim when he was aft in London a fortnight earlier. "You will illuminate me when you have picked, won't you, Nina? I'm keen on the mental parts of things since I've turned into a sibling. "I will—then she went on nicely, her genuinely sorrowful voice low. Nicholas: "I believe that we have exhausted all of our genuine emotions; the anguish of the conflict has dulled our spirits, on the off chance that we have any." Simply our

Engulf my heart with the feeling that I found that I was logging for so long that missing part of The puzzle which was hidden somewhere now it's here in front of my very eyes like to mission Impossible is magically completed And my very soul can you live in peace. A smile formed on his lips as the fog of desires clouded my mind, his eyes turned a dark shade as his hungrily gaze not once waver from mine. I'm not scared at all, I closed the gap in a blink. My body knows what it's wanting, I want to touch those lips which are pecking my internet.

Eros operated in a different dimension entirely. The god of the bond did not contest bonds in court. He didn't have to. He could walk into a room with a bonded pair and interact with the live fabric of their connection directly, not breaking it, not legally touching it, but testing it. Stressing it. Finding the specific frequency of whatever had not yet resolved between them and pressing on it with the precision of a being whose entire divine portfolio was the inner architecture of love in all its forms. Including its fracture points. Vivienne sat down across from him.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

Kayla asked while pointing in a certain direction. In that direction was a young man. Surrounding him was the smell of piss and sweat. The boy's face was pale and a look of horror and hopelessness was imprinted onto it. He looked traumatized and the boy was none other than Jace. "Hey, you!" Lucas called out harshly. The boy flinched before looking back at Lu7cas, his whole body trembling. Seeing his reaction, Lucas broke out into a large grin but to Jace, that was the devil's grin.

Her release came sharp and sudden, tearing through her like a storm, as it left her broken and slumped against the stool. But Eros didn’t stop. He wasn't done. As he kept moving inside her, chasing his own oblivion, his thrusts grew wilder and sloppy with desperation. His growls vibrating in his chest, the smell of sweat, sex, and tequila clung to them both.

I could feel the gun in my hand, the cold steel a stark contrast to the warmth of the night. Nathan held me tight, his embrace a shield against the horrors that plagued my thoughts. His kisses were like a salve, soothing the raw wounds of guilt that festered within me. We made love with an intensity that was both cathartic and desperate, our bodies entwined in a silent scream of passion and pain.

It made me glad I’d soundproofed the bedrooms. “Fuck…” Eros was struggling, his panting more apparent. My hands balled into fists, holding onto the blankets. I felt the rise of my orgasm, trying to burst past. The nail was Eros, gently encircling my dick in his hand, pumping at the same speed he was fucking me. I couldn’t give any warning; my mind completely blown away from all conscious thought.