The Story Of Eros And Psyche นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Seriously psychotic. He's jealous, obsessive, needy, demanding and possessive of me. That means I can't do shit without him flipping out. Men or women, I can't look at them anymore because Eros will lose his shit. And even if I personally don't give a shit about his hurt feelings, my wolf does. Every time. And that's not even the worst part. It's the sex. Eros is a very sexual person. I haven't stopped to pay attention to anything, but I know we're going to be fucking a lot.

I said honestly. Port wrapped his legs over mine; then he cupped his hands on my face. "Eros is too long for me," he pouted. I let out a laugh. "Two syllables, really?" His pouted lips shifted to the side; his eyes darted to me. "But, I want one," I scraped my head. "Tell me your reason why you wanted one! Make sure it's valid," "Well, I think it's sweet. And personal to the couple. Like, you have something—the two of you owned. Like, only the two of you in the world. No other person has that!" he explained dreamily.