A Touch Of Paradise Novels & Stories

This is a paradise with my loved one, I can't wish for more! ..The END... IF you want an book 2 just comment and vote gems to continue. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Evolution through constant bliss. Her hand drifted between her legs again. Not horny exactly—just… checking. Soaked. Swollen. The glow was brighter now—faint blue-green under her skin, like a tattoo nobody else could see. Touch again? they asked, hopeful. She snorted, still half in shock. “Chill. I need five minutes and a drink after you literally knocked me out and told me I’m parasite-fucked for life.” We can be patient. But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder.

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

She’s got my perfume on. “You have my perfume on.” When our eyes connected, I felt a surge of heat. “Yeah, I noticed the bottle, and I’m sorry if you don’t like it.” She said. “No..” Throat clear “Fuck...” I move her body towards me as I grab her arm and take her into my arm. Before she responded, she just let out a gasp when my lips touched hers. She is now in paradise. The lips I’m attempting to forget are now teasing me with more. The flavor is bursting with fruit and juice.

The second is the tranquility; apart from the distant roar of the ocean and the occasional birdsong, there’s a hush that settles over everything like a warm blanket. “Welcome to Isle Nikolaev,” he says softly, turning to me with a look of pure adoration. “Or, as I like to call it, paradise found.” “Isle Nikolaev?” I repeat, letting the name roll off my tongue. “You have an island named after you?”

It's eyes a bright, piercing blue. It cocked it's head to one side, watching me with an unblinking gaze. As I reached out to touch the parrot's soft feathers, a strong hand grasps my waist, pulling my back against a hard, muscular chest. "Hey beautiful, I'm home." He whispered. Aiden's fingers caressed my skin, his touch a mixture of passion and possession. His lips trailed soft passionate kisses along my neck, and brushed against my ear. But I felt nothing; nothing at all. No spark, no flame, no desire.

Remote and far from the traces of past wars. Every god who came could gather the lost energy. Kingston had this opportunity to feel freedom in everything. He slowly released Pandora. "Open your eyes." Surprised. That was the first noticeable reaction until Pandora covered her lips, feeling the awe-inspiring beauty. Every crack in the ground revealed a bright sapphire color. The same happened with every pressure, whether from footsteps or something else. The light that emerged was extraordinarily beautiful, unmatched. "Where is this?" "It's like heaven." Pandora was still in awe. Unaware that her admiration would drag Kingston further down. A single spontaneous embrace, given and released jus

Slowly close to Lang Tinh's face, Mac Vu stared at the girl clearly. Snow white skin, delicate eyebrows, high nose bridge, soft lips but the burning power is extremely great. When she slept, her personality and stubbornness did not diminish at all. While she was in a state of ecstasy, she suddenly opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, she could see a very close distance, only when she came out of her dream did she realize the distance between her and him almost, can kiss. - Ah…a…ah, what are you doing? While Lang Tinh was confused and sat up straight, Mac Vu remained the same as when looking at her, he said:

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

Her breathing had finally slowed — soft, even, and completely relaxed for the first time since she had arrived at this godforsaken estate. I ran my fingers slowly down the bare, smooth curve of her spine, feeling the microscopic shiver that still ran through her skin every time my calloused hands made contact with her. Every touch felt like a lawless, beautiful sin that I had absolutely no intention of repenting for. It was the kind of transgression that burned through my veins like fine whiskey — igniting everything in its path until there was nothing left to burn.