Sense And Sensibilities Novels & Stories

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

“But they demand courage. And sacrifice.” The romantic tension built slowly in the rain-lit office, like layers unfolding in an emotional tale. Darius stood to retrieve a book from the shelf, his broad shoulders brushing close as he leaned over her to point out a passage. Selene felt the warmth radiating from him, her full curves shifting as she turned the pages, their heads nearly touching. The air thickened with unspoken words, his rut’s faint edge making his scent more pronounced—rich like aged wood and storm winds. He didn’t pull away immediately, instead tracing a line in the text with a finger, his hand near hers.

She sensuously ran her fingers through the wetness, "I wanna feel you inside me, soaked and glistening with pussy...I wanna feel your body flexing against mine, as you fuck me senseless." "Senseless...really?" Her back arched and a deeper moan spilled from her lips, as her fingers pumped deeper, "Yeah...senseless." The sight was breathtaking, and I dropped my pants to the floor, and sipped my wine, savoring the curves with my free hand. "Baby girl, that's one more reason we're married."

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.

Feelings his eyes moving over my eyes to my nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of my neck, the slope of my shoulders, my chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out of my dress. I was blushing again. I shyly looked up, and we locked eyes across the table, everything around us faded away, we were in our own universe, lost in the depth of each other's eyes. I can feel his desire, but it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled.

’ ‘Y-you do? ‘Scent, touch, hearing, sound, taste—seduction uses all the senses, not just one. It’s about taking over someone’s mind and body until they’re no longer capable of rational thought—until they want just one thing and one thing only—until they’re reduced to an elemental state where nothing matters but the moment.’ Sophia felt dizzy. ‘I think I might need to rename my candle.’ ‘I’m sure there are men out there who would be only too happy to use a scented candle as a prop. I’m just not one of them.’

Your sister's performance in bed should be good. She gaped at him in astonishment. His blunt words were so casually spoken, as if discussing the weather. "Are you suggesting that he moved on because I didn't sleep with him? Our relationship of more than ten years, is it really less valuable than Emily spending a night with him?" Isabella's cheeks turned red, whether from anger or embarrassment, she couldn't tell. "Men are sensory creatures. When adrenaline rises, intelligence drops," Andrew replied indifferently, without a hint of emotion, as if stating a fact.

Then his brows lift, and the corner of his mouth follows. His gaze flicks to me, lingering a second longer than necessary. My brows pull together. “What?” He hands the tablet back without a word. I look at the screen, grimacing slightly when I see that I’d switched to all caps mid-sentence. And because of Calvin’s perfectionist tendencies, I think that may be the problem—until I reach the last line. My stomach drops so violently I nearly stop breathing. My entire fucking soul leaves my body. No. No, no, no.

said Jake, "however, it makes you both more complete this way. Now, I've just upgraded you with something called 'sentics'. In this case, I'll define it to be the study of—" "We know what it means," said Karen, "you programmed us with a dictionary in our prototype, remember?" "Listen!" They nodded in humility. "In this case, it is what makes you feel things—" "I thought that was 'irritability'?" Karen cut in again. He slapped his forehead and made a fist with his hand. "Don't get on my nerves!" he exclaimed. "Define 'sentics'!" Kaycie began to speak. "Sentics refer to the study of waveforms, touch, emotion and music—"

Lincoln stared at him with his burning gaze and Shun felt suffocated. Lincoln really has the face of elegance. Shun can tell that the other is born with a silver spoon in his mouth based on his clothes and appearance. Even though he appeared to be interested in Shun, the latter knew that they were not meant for each other. It was completely impossible even if you just think about it. Instead of answering him, Shun asked, “So… have you flirted with the other girls here yet?” Because of the loud music filling the whole place, Shun had to raise his voice.