Forbidden Touch Novels & Stories

“So obedient when it counts.” Aaron’s skin tingled as Aurelio reached out, his fingers tracing a light path down Aaron’s chest. The touch was electric, sending jolts straight to his core. He wanted to lean into it, to grab Aurelio’s hand and guide it lower, but Zayden’s rule echoed in his head: Don’t touch anyone. Just stand. So he stood, fists clenched at his sides, as Aurelio’s hand explored—circling a nipple, pinching lightly until Aaron gasped, then trailing down his abs, teasing the line of hair leading south.

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.

How badly I had wanted it. By midday, we moved to the dining room. I dusted the long oak table while Alora adjusted a floral arrangement. Derick walked in occasionally, his presence like a live wire. Every time he passed behind me, his hand would brush my waist or lower back “accidentally.” Each touch sent electricity straight to my core. My panties were already damp, and I hated how easily my body responded to him.

he whispered, voice low and intimate, “is why gods forbid touch.” She trembled, a soft whimper escaping her throat, body alive with the electric pull. Faith didn't shatter; it slipped away, quiet and irreversible, her last step into the forbidden. Then Malachor withdrew, the space rushing back cold and startling. Sound returned—the prayers surging, a parishioner bumping her shoulder with a muttered apology, oblivious to what nearly happened. She exhaled shakily, lips still parted, the un-kissed promise lingering like a brand. Restraint wouldn't last.

Now they wanted to use it. “You don’t get to make love a tool,” I said. “We already did,” the first replied. “You survived it.” I closed my eyes. Faces rose unbidden. The weight of forbidden touches. The pull of voices I shouldn’t want. The ache of restraint that had shaped me into something sharper, stronger. Mary pressed closer. “This isn’t about who you want most.” I opened my eyes. “Then what is it about?” “Who you are willing to stand beside when everything else falls away.”

“But I will not pretend the air between us is clean. Every time you sing, I hear the want in your voice. Every time I preach about the flesh, I see the colour rise in your cheeks. We both know what this is.” My mouth is dry. “What is it?” “Forbidden Pleasure.” He says the word like it tastes good. “And you are already half lost to it.” I cannot answer. My heart is beating too hard. My skin feels too tight. Between my legs there is a low, steady pulse that has no business being there in a church. Pastor Hale sets the sheet music down on the stall. He straightens his coat. “Practice is over for today. Go home, Grace. Sit at your mother’s table. Bow your head for evening prayer. But when you cl

His hand lingered a fraction too long, as though testing something neither of them wanted to name. The rule he had written, the one forbidding any contact was broken before the ink had even dried. Her reaction was instant, instinctive. She shoved his hand away, the disgust plain in her movement, like pushing away a venomous creature. Her skin crawled where his fingers had touched, and she wiped it against her dress as though scrubbing away a stain.

The sheer scale of the collateral damage was crushing her, expanding outward until every single person who touched their forbidden affair was caught in the fault lines. "I know," Hailey wept, her shoulders shaking violently. "God help me, Zeus, I know. I feel like a thief stealing everyone else's air just to breathe for a few minutes with her. I don't want to hurt Claudia. I love her. I love her enough that it's tearing my entire soul apart." Zeus’s expression softened by a fraction of a millimeter, a heavy, exhausted sigh escaping his lips as the towering glass towers of the financial district finally loomed through the morning fog ahead.

He adds, as he runs his fingers on her necklace, intentionally teasing her. Cassie didn’t know what was happening, all she could feel was Alex’s fingers on her skin, moving slowly and making every cell in her body leap for joy. She was so distracted by the feeling of his touch that she had forgotten that they were standing in the midst of a large group of people. Did she want his fingers to keep going lower? Yes! Did she want Aaron to touch her this way too? Fuck yes!

I couldn't help the sigh of relief for my tender backside. In just two days, I was falling for a dragon, no longer thinking of him as my enemy. I soaped my hands and ran my fingers over my breasts. It felt good. I pinched my nipples slightly and heat rushed between my legs. I forced my mind off the red eyes and scales, picturing my dream man inside the steamy room. One of my hands smoothed down my belly and found that forbidden place between my legs. I'd never touched myself there. As a claiming bride, touching oneself was prohibited. I wasn't sure of the rules now, but refused to feel guilty, because it felt so damn good.