Romans & histoires Psyche Eros

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?"

I was about to take my ass off the chair after I was greatly disappointed with him, but… “No, no, no.” He reached out his hand to stop me from leaving as he repeated his words and shook his head adamantly. “That’s not the information I promised you on the phone yet. That’s not what I told you that will help you greatly. I just added that in so you would understand how crazy Eros is. He is not mentally ill in the way you think. He’s a psycho. A man who kills his own family like that is a monster.” He finished his words with firmness.

"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.

he said. The words hit too deep. Too personal. Too— Accurate. My throat tightened. “…You don’t know anything about me.” “I know enough.” “No, you don’t.” “I know what you are.” That made everything stop. The forest stilled. The wind stilled. Even my own breathing hitched. “…Say that again,” I said slowly. Eros didn’t hesitate. “You’re not just holding the forest together,” he said. “You’re becoming part of it. And it is corrupting you.”

He struggled to grasp the twisted logic that drove Eros to such extremes. "But Eros," Azure pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, "we're all suffering under his control. Can't you see that we deserve love and care, not this... this torment?" Eros's laughter echoed hollowly through the walls, devoid of any warmth or understanding. "Love and care? That's just a fantasy, Azure. Devin is the only one who sees our potential, who believes we can be something more. I won't let that chance slip away." Azure's heart ached as he witnessed the depth of Eros's obsession, a toxic allegiance that consumed his every thought. He had hoped to find camaraderie and understanding in Eros, but instead, he

--- (DRACO CLUB) The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos. He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.

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.