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?"

Slowly, I held the round pit of the tip over my clit. I took a sharp breath, feeling all the air in my lungs suddenly sucked out. The pressure around my aching bud was too overwhelming to describe, like thousands of waves crashing down on me. But something felt wrong. It was just like the last time. I couldn’t do it, despite being sure I could. No amount of vibration could make me comfortable about doing this. Only a second touch could. No, not just any touch. Eros’s touch. I pulled myself up from the bed, grabbed my shorts and underwear and tiptoed into Eros’s room, the way he had held me and the way I had ground against him at the lake repeating in my head. I had plenty of chances to get t

After, Edward and I look at each other. “Fine, fine, my faults,” Sava responded while rolling her eyes. An hour had passed and was down now on moving Sevi’s bed to its new spot. “Okay, we're just going to push this to there,” he said giving me his instructions. “Noted,” I responded shortly while putting my hands on the left edge of the bed. Accidentally, Edward’s hand also landed on the same spot my hand landed. His hand was at the top of mine. An electric shock runs from my hand to my body. My cheeks are burning red and I can feel a sudden heat of temperature. He slowly turns his eyes on me and we catch our breath as our eyes meet. Chemistry was happening between us at this moment.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

His hand reached up and caressed my face and I flinched. "Don't," He told me. His tone was dark, silky, and had a twinge of seduction in it. "You know I don't want to hurt you, Eve. Right? Why do you shake?" He cooed as his other hand rested on top of mine that I hadn't realized really was shaking.

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.

I add, clasping his hands tightly as I wrap my legs around his neck. "Yes, baby." Alpha Cadmus thrusts his waist faster, pounding me relentlessly. I’m getting overwhelmed with pleasure. I never knew this could be so blissful. "Oh! Yes! Ah!" I scream, burying my nails in the back of his hands. "Damn! I love it when you moan like that, Celestine." Alpha Cadmus pauses for a moment before plunging deep inside me. "Ah!" I cry in both pain and pleasure. Words can’t describe how exactly it feels, but I don’t hate it.

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?