Novel & Cerita Psyche And Eros

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.

What difference does that make him from Ambrose? “E..Eros.” Azriel asked with a croaked voice. He didn't actually know what had gone wrong, but at some point the pain he felt all over his body was so uncontrollable that he passed out even before he could cry out for help. Now, he was here in the hospital and he didn't need anyone to tell him that this was about Eros. The two were emotional, physical and psychological attached to the hip. So, whatever Eros does, think or feel, he feels them too.

"It's okay." They bid their goodbyes to each other and Eros told Psyche "I'll never forget you. Let's be friends, okay?" She nodded in response. She was shy and couldn't speak. They went their separate ways and went home. Psyche held on to that memory of them forever. Then, she thought about what they would do tomorrow. Will they go to lunch together? She was excited. She imagined everything that would happen tomorrow. She slept with ease and a smile on her face wishing that nothing would go wrong.

Is Eros just delirious? "Eros, how is this? This strange feeling keeps coming up," Alea murmured, apparently Eros delirious because the man closed his eyes and fell asleep. Alea breathed her breath, her attention returned to Eros' lips. Curious, the girl drew her face closer and was about to stick her lips with Eros's. He wanted to feel that lip with his full consciousness, not when he was drunk. However, Alea again disregards his intentions, keeping his face away again, but Eros' hand again holds his neck. Eros' eyes re-open and stare at Alea.

"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.

But because her arm was still shaking, she pressed too hard and pricked herself too deeply. A tiny drop of rose-red blood bedewed the surface of the skin. Immediately and unknowingly, Psyche fell in love with Cupid with great intensity, being fired more and more with a desire for the goddess of passion. She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips.

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.

“You came all the way here, just to have sex with me?” Eros shook his head, “no, I came all the way here, because you weren’t feeling well. Because you’re stressed and I want to try and make you feel better.” He sounded really sexy and I bit my lip without thinking. Eros didn’t wait for me to answer, he stared at my lip and then lifted me up in his arms. “Tonight is just about you and if you happen to get pregnant, that’s great. But I am here to make you feel good. To make you cum so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.” Eros said.

His chair clatters to the floor, but I pay it no mind. Eros is a volcano. His emotions flood mine. Burning rage and Suffocating loss battle within our body. He is frozen between the two emotions. Unable to decide between weeping or exploding. "All," I choke as I remember each of them. Jackson and I always met our pups. Their chubby cheeks and expressive eyes always amazed us.

Eros scratches his hair frustratedly "You talk too much for a witch Hermione, do you know that? Well, to answer your question. It is a yes, you should expect that. I am someone with extreme desires and needs that cannot be satisfied by just one person. Hermione to be honest, you will not do. ...Besides I am only doing this because your dad saved my mom and I. If not for him, I wouldn't be here. So, this is how it will work, we will be mates as the moon goddess so pleases, we will do the necessary rituals, mate and I will explore as I so desire. While you are as the black cat coven's lady in-line, will be busy with conceiving and breeding strong children for the clan and I. That is what is ex