A Touch Of Amour Novels & Stories

Amour said again without an interlocutor. Amour took the towel and immediately took a shower, about 20 minutes Amour in the bathroom. After finishing the shower, Amour chose clothes that were suitable for her. There was a sound of the phone coming in on Amour's mobile phone. He also grabbed his mobile phone and picked up the call. “You're ready?” someone asked there. “A little more,” Amour replied. “In 15 minutes I'll get to your house,” he said. “You know my house?” asked Amour.

His scent enveloped me, a mixture of musk and warmth that seemed to erase all my lingering doubts. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, leaning into him as his fingers brushed through my hair, almost absent-mindedly. His touch was so familiar yet so foreign—so possessive, like he was marking me as his own. “Talk to me, Aurora,” Damien’s voice broke through the silence, his words soft yet commanding. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”

Katie had made the right choice when she decided to head south on the interstate. An exit sign loomed ahead. “Amor,” she read aloud. “Is that the city we’re going to?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call it a city. It’s pretty small.” “What does the name mean?” she asked, craning to see her first glimpse of the town as they traveled along the offramp. He made a left onto a small road lined with adobe-style homes. “Love.” * * * * *

he said. It felt so good to hear the old Javier in his voice, that sexy Latin purr as he rolled the last r of amor. His hand strayed down my chest, tickling the treasure trail of blond hair that reaches down to my crotch, as he kissed my neck and back. It was such sweet torment, having him so close and yet not quite a part of me yet. He scooted down behind me so that his dick was no longer against my ass, but he made up for it by running his index finger up and down my shaft. I whimpered and took his hand in mine.

He was surely going to ruin me for the others. I kissed him back, letting his tongue lead mine in a steady rhythm. My hands instinctively flew to grab the taut muscles of his arms when he deepened the kiss, kissing me like he would never have the chance to do it again because he actually won’t. I dug my nails into his arms. Right now, it was the only thing preventing me from running my hands all over his body as I accepted the brutal force of his kiss. I didn’t want to look desperate as I felt. He was a stranger after all. My heart pounded in my chest and heat rushed through my body as his taste made my insides melt. He tasted like Hennessey and mint and I moaned into his mouth, savouring it

Touched by a Vampire Eternally Yours, #1 By: Sophie Slade *** Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~Henry Van Dyke Prologue

He said in a soft voice. "You remember that day?" Amora asked with her voice laced with curiosity. "Of course, Amora," Antonio replied, his voice thick with desire. "You were so breathtaking that day,I couldn't help but need you," he confessed. He slid his fingers into Amora, his touch leaving Amora gasping in pleasure. His fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within her, and Amora's legs reflexively wrapped around his hand. Antonio's lips traced the lines of her neck continuously, "The way you respond to my touch...the way your body moves in sync with mine...it drives me crazy rasped.

Rosia placed the knife on the table and wiped her hands with the clean white towel before facing me. "Sir Zadkiro and Ma'am Cindy were college lovers. Oh wait, no they're high school to college lovers. Sir Zadkiro had a huge crush on Ma'am Cindy ever since they were kids. According to my mother, he used to admire her whenever there was a party that included their families. When they reached a senior high in the 11th grade, Sir Zadkiro confessed his love for Ma'am Cindy. He courted her for one year with her with his and her parents' consent. The lady said yes exactly after one year of courtship. I wasn't sure about their love story but all I know was they broke up when they were in the 4th ye

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

"Because I wish to. Because your pain is one to which I can identify. And because… you are important to me." He lifted his hand, sweeping a strand of hair into place behind her ear. His fingers grazed against her skin, a feather but not. His voice dropped. "I don't deserve you." "You deserve love, Adrian. Everyone does." He leaned in at an angle, defying gravity. And then, their foreheads touched. No kiss yet. Just the touch of heat, of souls extending. "I don't know how to love someone anymore," he breathed. Elara whispered back, “Then we’ll start with this. Just being.”