Psyche And Eros: A Novel Novels & Stories

Beside her, Eros pretended to sleep, his body still and his breathing measured, but his eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling above. Eros’s mind was a tumult of thoughts and emotions, the stillness of his body a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within. He stared into the darkness above, the shadows seeming to morph as his thoughts twisted and turned. Every few moments, his gaze drifted to Bella's peaceful form, the sight both comforting and unnerving. He wondered, with a heart heavy with undisclosed truths, whether she had started to suspect the facade he’d carefully maintained.

‘ you gonna be death of me ʼ eros closed his eyes as he can feel his pants getting tighter with his boner. ‘ how will I be your death if you are gonna eat me, wouldn't it be my death if you ate me ʼ she questioned with frustration as her little brain can't process his complicated words. Eros knew he was losing control over his senses so he pushed her off his laps and stood up. He can’t control himself around her. He need a release yet he don’t want to fuck her. Even through he is no good man but still fucking her will be just like raping her and taking advantage of her innocence. He doesn’t know what has possessed him . Anyways It’s been long time since he had a good fucking session with his

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

"I can." And that single statement answered every unspoken question lingering in my mind. I felt myself step back instinctively, my legs moving on their own as if my body was trying to distance itself from him before my mind could even process why. I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was feeling right then was pure fear, overwhelming confusion, or just sheer awe—but one thing was undeniably clear: Eros was not human. He simply couldn't be. He just admitted it. He confirmed that he really could read my mind, that he had access to my thoughts and secrets whenever he wanted. And that terrifying nightmare I had? It wasn’t just a random product of my imagination or a mere coincidence. It was real in

Freya drifted through darkness unable to tell whether she was asleep or drowning inside someone else’s memories again. Her body felt impossibly heavy. Every breath burned faintly in her chest while strange whispers moved through the corners of her mind like shadows searching for cracks. The liquid Aethon forced down her throat had stolen her strength completely. Even opening her eyes felt difficult. But she could still feel him coming. Eros. Somehow she knew. Not through magic. Not through destiny. Something deeper than both. The closer he came to the mountain, the more violently her heartbeat reacted. Like some invisible thread between them kept pulling tighter.

Dante wrapped his human arm around me, pulling me into the hollow of his neck, his breath hitching against my skin as the resin threatened to seal us together forever. "Too close. Too dangerous," he whispered, a broken echo of the mantra that had defined our war. The psychological intensity was an explosive slow-burn. In the face of being erased, our bodies reacted with a desperate, primal hunger. His obsidian hand, though sparking and broken, found the small of my back, his grip tightening with a possessive strength that the engine couldn't strip away. I arched into him, my breath hitching as I felt the silver poison in our veins try to merge through the resin. It was a kiss of salt, heat,

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

Hell, no one was even brave enough to touch me, not even Noah or Carl, because I might accidentally hurt them, but Victoria seemed to have a hold on me. Her voice was able to pierce through my subconsciousness, even through Eros’, that was how we could calm down. “That’s the effect of the matebond,” Eros replied. “Though I’m beginning to think it’s more than that.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked him while still seeing the guests out. “I’ll let you think about it if you haven’t realized it yet,” he said and went to the back of my mind, leaving me wondering about his words.

Ivy helplessly gasped, with her eyes opened, she looked at him with a lustful gaze as he licked her p**sy. Ivy arched her back for more, she wants more from him, more from the man who she doesn't know how she feels towards, she likes his touch so much. His gaze snapped up to her as his tongue lavished on her nub. Unexpectedly he paused, seemingly to make some decisions, without a warning he suckled on her clitoris between his teeth. Ivy's eyes flashed in surprise, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, screaming her lungs out. "Ple...ase st...op" She moaned out, not that she meant it but the fear of getting addicted to his touch and craving for more.

When I returned home after the procedure, my lower abdomen throbbed, and I felt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at me. I looked at the thousandth "gift" Carter Gresham's mistress had sent that day. In fact, the entire storage room was filled with photos of them—looking at each other, holding hands, kissing, and sharing intimate moments. The moment I stepped inside, a sultry scent hit me. Carter had just returned from his business trip.