Unexpected Attraction Novels & Stories

It compelled me to say something that wasn't part of the script. "A puppy that only knows how to play hard to get can't be rewarded." The man grunted. I watched the screen and saw him quit so abruptly that it was as if he'd been disconnected. I thought about waiting for him to come back online, but the doorbell rang just then. I had no choice but to put down my phone to answer the door. Someone pinned me to it as soon as I opened it. Before I realized what was happening, they pressed their lips against mine.

Yet he didn’t let go. Inside the elevator, with the low hum of machinery and the soft glow of fluorescent lights surrounding them, April felt the urge rise again, this uncontrollable, breath-stealing pull toward him. She turned to face him, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she leaned in, eyes fluttering shut, ready to taste him again… Ding! The elevator doors slid open, and two strangers walked in. April pulled back sharply, her jaw tightening in frustration as the brief moment shattered like glass.

Moxie, I couldn't quite comprehend why, but I found myself incredibly drawn to his mysterious forest-like eyes. It was completely out of character for me to feel this way about a random stranger. There was something undeniably captivating about him that I couldn't ignore. I'm not easily swayed by people, but he had a magnetic pull that stirred emotions I hadn't felt with anyone else. His Italian accent seemed to penetrate deep within me, creating a desire that left me feeling vulnerable, even though he hadn't done anything to provoke it.

I shocked myself by going that far with him. I’d thought I would feel the usual panic and fear when he pulled my hips flush to him so I could feel his hard-on. But it didn’t. I didn’t feel panic or anxiety. No, I felt hunger, desire, a need I haven’t really felt in so long. I gave into that feeling until it started to scare me. Because as good as it felt, I knew if things stayed on that path, I was heading to an area that probably would trigger me.

Certain he would be able to see the fluttering pulse that I could feel moving at the base of my throat. Marrying a stranger didn’t frighten me. Standing up in front of family and friends making vows U wasn’t going to keep didn’t bother me in the least, this attraction that I didn’t want or understand did. I always had control, and this sudden absence of it was terrifying. And oddly exhilarating. I gripped his broad shoulders more fiercely in an instinctive effort to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. I regretted that instinct almost immediately. He chuckled low, his hot breath fanning across my cheek, his grasp becoming stronger. Everything in me suddenly wanted to lean into him, kiss h

he muttered, clutching his chest, as if he could physically still the turbulent organ. The encounter with Arkael had been… unsettling. It wasn't just the man's good looks, though those were undeniable. It was something more. A pull, an almost magnetic force that had drawn him in, sparking a strange mix of excitement, anxiety, and… something else. Something he couldn't, wouldn't, name. He'd felt a connection, a spark, that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with… attraction. A male attraction. An attraction to the man who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.

It was a moment frozen in time, where I couldn't help but be captivated by her radiance. This is weird; really weird. Why do I suddenly feel attracted to her? Why do I suddenly have the urge to be with her? This sudden feeling makes me wonder if she does something to me because that can be the only explanation for my strange feelings towards her. As I found myself completely captivated by her beauty, my instincts kicked in, urging me to move closer. It felt like my heart was about to burst with anticipation. Without any hesitation, I leaned in closer to her face, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I haven't had such wine before and I hope he's not trying to get me drunk "Don't worry I'm not going to get you drunk" The meal came and we started eating, there was this weird chemistry between us, maybe because he had sex once but he kept on looking at me at every chance he got. My throat got tighter, my hands became moist, and I couldn't eat properly although the food was really nice.

’ Nav’s hand touched my forearm. No doubt he intended it as a consoling gesture, but it felt caressing, releasing a wave of…excitement. Damn it. His hand moved away, took his glass, and I shuddered, pushing the sensation away. “I know you want the same thing,” he said. "But you keep dating men who are…" He shrugged. - I know I know. I have bad luck. “You name it, yeah… very dramatic men. That was true. "It's not my fault I'm attracted to you." — The attraction of opposites is normal. I'm a person

His silver eyes were solid black, as black as night. He was absolutely breathtaking in this form. But what caught me off guard was the unexpected, visceral pull I felt towards him. It was a sensation that was decidedly absent before. This newfound attraction was unmistakably sensual, igniting a spark of desire within me that I neither welcomed nor understood. My frustration mounted as I struggled to come to terms with this unwelcome development. My mark reacted out of its own volition. It must have sensed Raphael’s feelings for me, and responded by burning with an intense, uncontained ferocity.