Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

"That's a mind-blowing orgasm. Fuck, you are so good." Those words slipped out of my mouth, and when I realized it. It was too late. Kairos already heard him, and I bet he has his brain cells memorizing it. God, Isla! Yes. It's the most satisfying orgasm that you've ever had, but you don't have to boost his confidence like that. Now Kairos will start to think like he's some God for freaking great sex, but if I am being honest. For sure, he could be one. Eros, the God of romance or so, wouldn't mind.

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

Her release came sharp and sudden, tearing through her like a storm, as it left her broken and slumped against the stool. But Eros didn’t stop. He wasn't done. As he kept moving inside her, chasing his own oblivion, his thrusts grew wilder and sloppy with desperation. His growls vibrating in his chest, the smell of sweat, sex, and tequila clung to them both.

"I can." And that single statement answered every unspoken question lingering in my mind. I felt myself step back instinctively, my legs moving on their own as if my body was trying to distance itself from him before my mind could even process why. I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was feeling right then was pure fear, overwhelming confusion, or just sheer awe—but one thing was undeniably clear: Eros was not human. He simply couldn't be. He just admitted it. He confirmed that he really could read my mind, that he had access to my thoughts and secrets whenever he wanted. And that terrifying nightmare I had? It wasn’t just a random product of my imagination or a mere coincidence. It was real in

A friend. "My name is Eros." The boy said. "I'm Psyche." She answered. "You have a nice name. It suits you." The boy compliments her. "Thank you." She replied and smiled sweetly. They both waited for their mothers to pick them up. They played games while waiting and talked about things they wanted to be. Psyche had fun. She forgot every horrible memory she had experienced. Being with Eros gave her something to look forward to everyday. She hoped that they'll be friends forever.

Selena wrapped her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Okay, tell us why my mate needs a guardian," Zaiden said, kissing Selena's forehead. Andrew looked at Selena so she could read his lips while he spoke. "I'm not from this realm. I was sent here from the one where gods and goddesses rule. Eros is the God of love and protection. He fell in love with Psyche, the Goddess of the Soul. They went to his home, hoping to live peacefully, but that's not what happened. Psyche's sisters became extremely jealous of their relationship and began plotting ways to drive them apart. When Psyche became pregnant, they devised a plan and gave her an ultimatum. They would let her and her fami

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

Waaaah, I can't contain my feels! I cleared my throat again, "I know everyone here already knew their love story. Psyche broke her promise to Eros because of her sisters and that's why they parted. But Psyche accepted all of Aphrodite's punishments to see Eros again." I smiled sweetly and played my glass, "For me, Psyche symbolizes a woman's sacrifices to a man. It wasn't just a man who lifts all the weights in a relationship but a woman too. And Psyche also symbolizes the perseverance to get your love back after a mistake. Taking any tough consequences just to prove that she is sincere to have him back in her life." I squealed after because of giddiness. Just---Waaaahhhh!!! I stan Psyche ev