Psyche And Eros Novels & Stories

Psyche replied, twinkling her eyes like a child asking for sweets. "I can't vividly remember everything. At first, I thought I was having a weird dream when something soft touched my lips, and I think I liked that feeling. Then, I found myself responding." "Too bad, so even if you went overboard. You'll probably forget it. I highly advise you to do it when you're both sober." "Do what?!" "Make love?" "Are you really my friend?" "Yeah. I'm the harmony of a good and bad friend." Psyche was swaying her eyebrow while raising a peace sign.

"Fine! I forgot we were supposed to go to the movies and was very tired. I'm sorry." “Not tired enough not to stand in the cold kissing Eros. Right?" Kissing Eros?! My eyes widened, heart quickening. What Eros?! Why was Jade kissing Eros?! Eros?! She rose, towering over the table, her eyes darkening. “Why do you act like I cheated on you or something? Fine, what if I do like him? What’s so wrong in liking him?” Leo's pupils hardened. Everything! I wanted to yell as my fingers dug into my napkin. Eros just wasn’t anybody! He wasn’t a guy you bumped into at a party and made out with. Eros was the son of Tristan's uncle's close friend.

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.

"Leela replied Voss made small talk with Maui and Leela hoping that Eros would say something. Even though He knew Eros couldn't talk, he figures he was communicating somehow. He wanted to know-how. But Eros didn't say a word, Eros finish his food and got up from the table. Suddenly everyone at the table heard a soft deep voice in their head. ''Don't freak out it just my Telekinesis power, ''Eros said, ''I wonder if you could talk to others. "Voss said, ''So you can read people's minds that sound cool. "Maui said, ''You are wrong I can't read everyone's thoughts. I can only read the thought of high emotion. Such Angry, Jealous, or joy if you would say something without any emotion I couldn't

I felt her desire for me as solid as the vambraces on her wrists, and she felt mine as hard as my cock embedded inside her. We were one finally, and I rejoiced. Until suddenly I felt it... Like a shift in earth's rotation, a sudden earthquake, a lightning crack, or as simple as a hiccup, I felt a trespasser in our bond. Eros. The fucking alpha king. I could feel his emotions; they were in turmoil. Anger, confusion, and surprise mixed. I could feel his strength flowing through his veins and no matter how I denied it, the power he held was on par with what I possessed. I could feel his breathing and heartbeat as fast as mine, like he was inside me. He was syncing with me and Rayna, and I hated

he shouted, pleading with him to stop what he's trying to do impulsively. Eros closed his eyes, gripping Elaine tightly, before letting go of her. "Help me!" she screamed, almost falling down the third floor. James already had his grip on her and was able to pull her back up. "Get out of my fucking sight. You're nothing compared to Keisha!" Eros screamed before storming away, but the effects of the drug were still lingering on him. He was beyond angry, beyond disgusted for kissing that woman like that. If he could brush away that sin, he would've done so already. "Fuck you, Keisha," he whispered to himself, knowing he's being depraved of her presence. That's why he was easily affected by the

“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.”

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Cassian’s eyes glinted with something darker, something that saw through me, past the pain, past the fire, into the very core of what I was becoming. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, the feather dancing across my skin, almost gentle, almost cruel. The contrast between the heat and the delicate touch sent a wave of confusion through me, a twisting of my mind as I struggled to make sense of the pain and the pleasure, the fire and the softness. "You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, his voice like a caress. "The burn... and the feather. They’re two sides of the same coin. One without the other, and you would never be whole."

The three of them had developed a language in the past few days that required no words… the touch that meant I've got you, the glance that meant stay with me, and the pressure of a hand that meant not yet, keep going. The festival noise filtered up through the ventilation shafts in the walls. Moans layered over music, the wet sounds of bodies and the occasional fractured scream when someone's loop tipped past pleasure into something the nervous system wasn't designed to sustain. The crowd had stopped being a collection of individuals and had become something collective… a single organism pulsing with overlapping fantasies, and Echo was the current running through it. They were on the fourth