Craving Your Touch Novels & Stories

If the idea of the men who should have protected you instead holding you down and taking what they want still makes you flinch, close this now. Find something softer. But if your body already answers—if a stepfather’s hand on your throat, an uncle’s cock splitting you open, a stepbrother’s weight pinning you makes you wet—then stay. The first stories are about girls. Innocent. Mouthy. Curious. Already wet and pretending they aren’t. Stepfathers who stop pretending when the house goes quiet. Uncles who watched too long. Stepbrothers who lock the door and force every inch while she stays silent. Fathers-in-law. Dad’s friends. Men who raised them, who should have looked away, who instead tel

Yet, alongside this craving, there is an undeniable longing for something sweet, a sugary indulgence to balance the intensity of my desires. My eyes dart around the store, scanning the shelves filled with various products. I can feel the excitement building within me as I search for the perfect combination of flavors and textures. The choices seem endless, but none of them seem to satisfy the unique cravings that have taken hold of me. As I continue my quest, a sense of discomfort begins to intensify. The tightness in my skin feels suffocating, as if my body is rebelling against its boundaries. An incessant itch lingers beneath the surface, tempting me to scratch and claw at my own flesh. Th

About us. "You crave control, Ruby," he continued, turning his head on the pillow to face me. His eyes were burning holes through the darkness. "You crave safety, you crave understanding. But more than that, you crave touch. You crave release. And I, darling, am denying you all of it. One slow, agonizing night at a time." My breath hitched. He knew exactly what he was doing. My body ached with a frustration that bordered on agony. My muscles were tense, my skin felt too tight, and the constant, dull throb between my legs was a relentless reminder of his presence.

"I want to kneel between your legs, taste every drop of you… your juices coating my tongue… feel your hands in my hair, dragging me closer… pushing me down, forcing me to swallow you… until I’m soaked and drunk from your juices." Her fingers fisted in my chest, nails biting, and she breathed, "Isn’t that… wrong? Isn’t it… disgusting? It's an abomination for an alpha." "It is," I admitted, a low chuckle vibrating from my chest. "And I don’t give a damn. You’ve driven me insane, Talia. I’d do anything. Kneel, suck, lick… even start at your toes if you told me to. I’d drink it all, taste it all, fuck every inch of you."

His touch ignited emotions in me, Absinthe didn't. While I enjoyed my times with the older, darker Vampire... I did crave his little brother’s touch. I opened my eyes, fighting the urge to allow Rhayden’s hand to continue up my thigh and I slapped the back of it. He pulled it away with a growl and I gritted my teeth. “Behave yourself.” He spun the wheel again, sending the car into another lazy sweeping turn. “How can I? I have you all to myself, hundreds of miles away from my brother’s grasp, and you're breathing like I have fucked you. It is distracting and a huge turn on.”

Daemon The chirping coming from the crickets got cut off abruptly before starting again. It was midnight. Time was running out but I didn’t mind, I was here for either the package or the money unfailingly. This was the opportunity I had been looking for. In a game of confidence, the moment just before you play your cards is the most nerve-racking. It is the point of no return. Once you make that right move, you settle down, your mind and body relaxing automatically.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

I talked to myself as I am staring on the bunch of tissues. I tip-toed and stretched my right hand, trying to get the tissue I need. I almost prayed in my mind that I wish I have the power of Fantastic Man. But I definitely not have that. I rolled my eyes and tried to get it again. Why did I born with this height? "Argh! It's sucks!"

I add and he stared at me. "Stop teasing me Rebecca" he pleads. I lift my glass to my lips, taking a long sip of my wine and I grunt when it runs out and I make a big slurpy sound. "But you said baby steps. That involves me not touching you. The same goes for you too" he throws at me and I blink, he smirked. Is that a challenge? I can do without touching him. "I'll survive," I say and he chuckled, his fingers brushing his nose several times, when he places them down, they touch mine and he gives it a light squeeze before raising my hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

I let out a loud moan as my body, especially my pussy, instantly surrendered to his touch. “Nngh… deeper,” I moaned desperately, craving everything he was giving me.