Forbidden Touch Novels & Stories

"We have played the game of 'no touching' once... more or less successful. Maybe a different set of rules will work." The hitch in her breath was a sign that he caught her interest, as was her gaze when she looked up. It was eager, almost dazed. Inhaling her rosy scent, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "For example: ask permission before each touch. At all times, do not use magic. And when you touch me... you and our baby need to be protected."

How can you allow some random man to touch you? When I was trying to get close to you yesterday night you told me we can't cross our line before marriage and now today you were dancing with some mother fucker Do you think I am a fool? Sukoon did not understand what to say to vihaan she started to cry and said "I don't want him to touch me." He suddenly grabbed my waist and instead to tell something to him you slapped me? Shut up you bitch .you allow somebody to touch you and that's the only thing I saw saying that vihaan holds her waist tightly.his grip was that tight that sukoon started to cry more because of pain she said

and invariably ended up between my thighs, his hard-as-steel manhood rocking against my sex, while I locked my ankles around his waist, growling for him to continue. The rest of the group had to pull us apart. We tried two more times that day, and each time ended the same way-dry humping on the floor in front of an audience. Which was precisely why we had the no-touching rule. The instinct to mate was harsh, almost impossible to resist. One touch always led to another, so to be safe we simply didn't touch each other. It was hell, but the only way to refrain from completing the mate bond.

I caressed her slowly, my thumb tracing the line of her face as my emotions wrestled inside me. The feelings I had been suppressing clawed their way to the surface, stripping away reason. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have wanted more. But in that moment, I couldn’t stop. Still holding her gaze, I let the question slip, low and rough. “Why are you soo stubborn, Lara?”

My body was responding to it and it irked me knowing the powerful effect his touch had on me. I could feel him hardened. His huge erection was firmly pressed against my thighs causing a butterfly havoc in me. His one hand went to my breast, softly kneading my ripe mound through my shirt whilst the other tugged me tighter towards him, hauling me against his chest. "marc please..."I writhed underneath him. I tried moving my hands towards his chest in a bid to stop him but he immedately grabbed my hands and placed them above my tossing head. "You are mine kitten"He gruffed not looking up at me. His wet lips trailed around my neck and throat, biting me softly, sucking and marking me on all sides

A moan escaped her lips as I touched her clit through the panties she was wearing, sliding my fingers up and down. “Fuck, baby,” I murmured against her lips, pushing her panties aside. “You’re so fucking wet.” She moaned as I slid one finger into her and let it remain there. She clenched hard around my finger, squeezing it and I got even harder. “Did you let someone else touch you?” I demanded and she went still. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Have you let someone else touch you?” I asked, wondering if she remembered what I said from that first night. Only I get to touch her. Only me.

Nina wore a skirt, I tore it a little and slowly fixed my two fingers inside of her. She squeezed her hand while I wiggled my fingers between her thighs. I pulled her back and she faced me. "I want you right now," She says to me I grinned and kissed again, I dropped my hands down and touched her hard nipples, I unhurriedly unfasten her shirt and squeezed them. And just when everything was about to get a little more heated, the elevator stopped, a woman walks in and finds us In a chaotic condition. "Are you children alright?"

He snapped his eyes upward at her face so that even as a mistake his eyes would not land on her naked body. Nina's heartbeat accelerated when she felt him snaking his arm around her waist and for the very first time, she felt his touch with no barrier of clothing. That direct contact of their skins made her body shudder. She could not even define it through her words what kind of feeling she was feeling in that moment. Was it fear, nervousness or something more deep and dark? She couldn't understand it but all she knew was that…that feeling of her was forbidden…. sinfully forbidden for her to feel from his touch.

In the elevator, going down to the real world, he leaned against the mirrored wall, his heart pounding. He could still feel it. The ghost of that touch branded on his shoulder, a mark. It had been momentary. Almost imperceptible. And yet, it felt more binding than any treaty, any handshake with a world leader. It was the first forbidden touch. And he knew, with a certainty that excited and scared him, that it would not be the last. ---

His hand moved from my jaw to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in the loose strands of my hair, pulling me inexorably closer, erasing the last vestige of space between us. My own carefully constructed reservations melted away, consumed by a dizzying rush of unexpected sensation. His lips were firm, his kiss possessive, and against my better judgment, against the ingrained fear and the stark reality of my situation, I found myself leaning into him, my own hand reaching out hesitantly to grip his strong arm, my body responding to a longing I hadn't dared to acknowledge, a forbidden yearning for a connection I knew was dangerous, perhaps even catastrophic. The unexpected,

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