The Story Of Eros And Psyche นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tightened my arms around his neck, knowing I was pretty much behind him. Nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Eros' fangs suddenly tearing through my skin, connecting our souls with one singular act and marking me as his for all eternity. "Mine," he growled in my mind, his deep, rich voice sending a chain of reactions through my body. "Erasthai," he spoke again, this time his voice thick with reverence. My body shook as I felt our souls connect. Power surged within me, and I felt a part of me I never knew existed unlock, filling me with so much strength than I knew what to do with.

She rolls her eyes and huffs, annoyed. “The coachman and his big mouth. Well, what happened was an accident.” “He killing the females was an accident?” I ask ironically. “It happens that the females were human and weak. Eros behaved as best he could; we all know how hard it is in this phase—the blood pulses, calling to us, and we have to stop before killing our food,” she says so naturally, as if she doesn’t care about the lives he took. “In this case, he didn’t stop.”

“Aw! E, you are hurting me with your coldness. Why can’t you sound happy to hear from me for once? The woman whines into the phone, sounding childlike. A thing that irritated Eros. Unknown to him, his hands move in a gentle stroke over Ara’s body, calming the blonde and allowing her to relax against his chest while they drove towards his home. “What do you want, Vela?” He growls into the phone. Eros is a King that needs a Queen, and Vela is a high-blood Lycan who is the perfect fit to be his Queen on paper, but the drawback is that Eros doesn’t like Vela, nor does he trust her father, who is one of the Lycan’s council members.

“Alright, so who is the god of love? That’s who I want to thank for Katie and Kara coming into my life, and I guess your Moon Goddess lady, too.” “Let me think. It’s been a couple of years since I studied Greek history.” Zara taps her finger on her lip, trying to recall the information. “Eros. Romans call him Cupid.” “Shut up, Zara.” Jasper says in a flat tone. His face darkens as he turns his attention fully to her. Zara sits up taller at his rare change in mood. “Jas, what the fuck?” I growl at him.

While Ares’ thrusting had a little more pace, Eros licked and fingered me through every clench, growling praises into my soaked flesh. “Good girl.” “Come for the oracle.” “Such a good fucking girl soaking my face.” “That’s it…” The rest I stopped hearing as my vision had whited out for a moment. By the time I came to, Eros was kissing my trembling thighs and pussy softly while his brother brushed the tears from my cheek almost tenderly. So tenderly that I was tempted to forget. However, with both cocks fully erected, I knew my grievance with Ares could wait a while.

with that being said Psyche's soft lips had brushed against Aiden's for a second because she immediately moved away after doing that Aiden can't process what just happened as his sister, his adopted sister whom he thought had no feelings towards her, suddenly brushed her soft sweet lips into his and for a moment he felt thrilled about it I can't believe this will happen, my heart's beating faster than before just like the first time I met her. Psyche what are you trying to do to me? You said you can't love but you made me want you more "That's just to seal our deal, no more no less," Psyche said now standing up from her seat and was about to take a step forward when Aiden's other hand stoppe

Beside her, Eros pretended to sleep, his body still and his breathing measured, but his eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling above. Eros’s mind was a tumult of thoughts and emotions, the stillness of his body a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within. He stared into the darkness above, the shadows seeming to morph as his thoughts twisted and turned. Every few moments, his gaze drifted to Bella's peaceful form, the sight both comforting and unnerving. He wondered, with a heart heavy with undisclosed truths, whether she had started to suspect the facade he’d carefully maintained.

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.

"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.

“How ever , what they did not know was that , not only had her beauty attracted human men but jealous lustful Gods – specifically the God of lust , Eros. Every night , Ero’s would sit on the moon and watch her on the cliff how ever , now he sees the lovers. With each night that passes , his heart grew more and more jealous as he watched her lover place kisses on her lips and hug her closely…” “Ewwww…” the immature child says in disgust when hearing about adult love , which makes her parents laugh at her innocence. “Now…God’s were not allowed to come down from the heavens and walk on earth , and if they did they would be cursed. One night when the moon was big and bright , and Ero’s could no