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?"

Given my controlled raising, I wanted to control myself, to not let go, but I could barely hold on, and my moans tore out of my throat. “Eros—” I felt myself nearing something, an overwhelming feeling that wanted to burst out of me. I’d touched myself before, given myself orgasms before, but nothing had ever felt half to what Eros was doing. My hands wrapped around his shoulders as I came undone, biting my trembling lower lip to stop my moan. Before I could take a deep breath and recover from the after-effects of this mind-blowing orgasm, Eros kissed me, his tongue working its magic again, while his fingers rubbed my sensitive core.

The evidence was clear right in my eyes. David is my suitor for three years. Mikasa as my cousin often saw me as her rival for everything so, so it was not shocking to think about what just had happened. “Look coco melon, I can explain what happen,” he said almost beseeching at me. “What else do I need to know? I am not blind. I can clearly see everything. Look your cock was in her vagina!” I explode, I can’t hold back my emotions anymore. Think. Think. I need to control myself.

Xavier smirked and glared her sleeping figure with his psychotic eyes as he spoke in a spooky tone. “You gotta deal with this Psycho” His lips abruptly curved up into a creepy smile. His eyes gleamed with a menacing spark. He licked his lips and pressed them on her dried ones as he kissed her hungrily. Xavier gripped her chin and slowly parted her lips to insert his tongue. He started devouring her mouth, he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. He played with her dried tongue while the poor girl was fast asleep oblivious to all his sinful acts. His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. Pleasurable groans escaped his mouth as he kissed her as if his life was dependent on it. He sucked her

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.