Novel & Cerita A Touch Of Amour

The only sound in the room their breathing. “The dream appears to be romantic but I can feel the darkness just lurking behind the wall in my mind. I want to look beyond the wall, but I am afraid.” “Leave the wall alone for now. Tell me the rest.” “He appeared to be gone.” Her body stay coiled, but her hands reached out to her lover. Her fingers closed; her arms stayed empty. Sylvia sees the twisting of her eyes. She seems troubled by what is to come next. “I start to wonder one touch…one whisper…one kiss. I am his for eternity. I know that for certain.”

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

"You know that your body is still bruised, right?" “Yeah …, what's the problem?” Adam raised an eyebrow as he pulled his lover closer. "I could have touched your wound and you would have moaned loudly," Amber said, nodding confidently. Without warning, Adam placed his lover's hand over his heart. "But your touch is medicine for me." “Then, what about the third person among us?” Amber smiled and glanced at their pressed stomachs. "I think he will be happy because his parents are getting more intimate," Adam whispered as he ran his fingers through his lover's hair. Soon, the woman in front of him was provoked to be closer.

Strangely, Amora found herself deeply intrigued by him. There was a burning sensation in her body that made it difficult for her to control herself. Her breathing began to race with the rhythm of her fast-beating heart. One thing she felt was something stirring inside her, boiling fiercely. Amora's hand moved audaciously to touch the man's face. Her graceful fingers gently caressed his firm and cold features. Her gaze towards the man started to be filled with desire. Amora became aware of her actions when the man grabbed her hand and then pushed it away roughly.

Rexton said. "Oh.. Well it was foolish of me, thinking I could escape. At least I'm still alive" Amour smiled lightly before grabbing the bottle of wine. "I need to go and deliver the Boss's meal" Amour said. "Wait!" Rexton grabbed her hand. Amour looked at him then at the hand he was holding. She suddenly remembered Aurelio's words “You're mine and whoever touches you will díe in front of you” She stylishly removed his hand before facing him.

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

Lorenzo just gazed at him, his expression a mystery, while Kingsley returned the stare with a puzzled tilt of his head. Lorenzo finally moved, his finger tracing lightly down the side of Kingsley’s face, from temple to jaw, the touch feather-soft and electric. A shiver zipped down Kingsley’s spine; he closed his eyes, surrendering to the caress, his breath steadying. When he reopened them, Lorenzo’s eyes held the same steady watch. Kingsley wasn’t great at reading faces, but the tenderness shining in Lorenzo’s gaze was impossible to miss, like a quiet glow in the dim room.

he mumbled against my lips as his hands worked on my body, smooching my boobs through my dress. His lips left mine to trail down my throat, I gasped, arching into him. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips, pulling me against his body. My body betrayed me as a moan escaped my lips when his hands slid underneath my dress. I bite down on my lips, hating the way my body responded to his touch. Hated that I was enjoying this. “Fuck, Sol…” he rasped, his voice rough from being drunk and with lust as his fingers thrust into my wet folds. “Do you see how you respond to my fucking touch? It's crazy.”

Full of everything they hadn't said, everything they had been too afraid to feel. Slowly, tentatively, Amara reached up. Her fingers brushed his cheek through the thin, black fabric of the glove, then traced the sharp line of his jaw. He inhaled sharply, the smallest break in his composure, but he didn't stop her. Her touch was light, exploring, tentative, but with an underlying certainty that told him she wasn't going anywhere. She followed the curve of his temple, threaded her fingers gently through the dark strands of his hair, before whispering the words that would change everything. “Take them off.”

His touch leaves behind a blazing trail of desire, and I hold my breath. "You're going to have a black eye, you should put some ice on that." His jaw ticks, as his eyes harden. He drops his hand and I finally breath. The way just one touch from him affects me bewilders me. My body has never responded to anything or anyone like it does with Camden.