Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

“I’m begging you, please. Just… let me go. I will forgive you… forget this ever happened, go back to my family and never cross paths with you-“ His fingers dug into my clit as I bit back a scream. His grip tightened, and I could see the sick pleasure flicker in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can bargain with me, ptichka? You think forgiveness is something I crave? Fuck forgiveness. Fuck your hollow promises. You think I want to be forgotten?” Pale blue eyes glimmered psychotically. “No. No, you don’t get to forget me. You don’t get to erase me like some bad fucking dream you wake up from. I will etch myself into you, deep. Burn you from the inside out

Nicholas shook his head, "yeah, there are some I know of allegedly. But I can give you a list of his associates, business partners, people he interacted with regularly." "That would be helpful," she replied. "And the toxicology report is back. The poison... It's a rare substance, but we've seen it before. It's linked to a recent case. A case that was closed, but..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "There were some irregularities." Nicholas leaned forward, his heart pounding. "What kind of irregularities?"

Then, as if reclaiming control, she walks to the door and leaves it slightly ajar, a wordless cue for me to leave. But I don't. "Oh, I am obsessed?" I reply, voice dangerously low, silk wrapped around steel. I smirk, stepping closer. "Obsessed? No, Ere. Obsessed is staying up six nights straight thinking about how deep you shoved those fingers inside yourself. "Obsessed is jerking my cock to the memory of your thighs trembling. What I am—" I lean over her desk, my voice dropping to a growl, "—is starving to taste you while you're still dripping like that".

Echo resisting. We are trading positions in the psychic space—dominating, submitting, switching so fast I can't tell who is on top. It’s an exhausting pleasure-war. "Yield!" Alex shouts. "Never!" Echo cries back. "Then break!" I command. We all climax. It’s a three-way collision of consciousness. My orgasm triggers Alex’s, which triggers Echo’s. We explode in a white-hot flash of shared sensation. The hard light dissolves. We collapse in a tangled heap on the mattress.

"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.

“I’ll talk to him in . . . private. Ten minutes is the least you can offer me to get to know the man I’ll be spending my entire life with.” Papa didn’t argue, but I was sure he caught the meaning behind it. I was so mad at him for making me do this. For bartering me off to the first man who extended a hand to me. And worse, I wasn’t offered a chance to know him. I met Eros’s gaze and my body trembled at the intensity of them. He was like Eros, the Greek god of carnal pleasures, with deadly blue eyes and an equally searing aura oozing from him that could kindle certain feeling inside anyone’s body, which was precisely why his name had suited him so well.

NINA I open the bedroom door, and the moment I step inside, I find Eros on his knees, elbows on the floor. He’s moaning in pain; his body is trembling as he arches his back. I rush over and drop to my knees in front of him. “Eros, you—” I don’t finish. His hand clamps around my throat, hard. His eyes are clouded, grayish-black, like he’s somewhere far away, and dark veins begin spreading across his face.

It's a tricky line to walk and I thought we had it all figured out by just—not. Not sleeping together. Not even speaking to each other. And then Eros decides to show up in the break room out of absolutely nowhere, gets down on his knees, and makes me come like I've never come before—at least since that first night. What the hell does he want from me? And what the heck do I need from him?

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.

Expect. Sex won't ever be the same after Eros. It will be rewarding in a psychological level, to know I get to fuck as many women as I possibly want, discarding them just as fast just because I can, but I'll never be able to enjoy the way I enjoy sex with my mate. I don't know. I still have one day to decide. "Morning," Eros says as he opens his puffy eyes to look at me. He looks really cute in the morning, to be fair, "Why are you awake?"