Forbidden Touch Novels & Stories

For a few precious moments, they forgot about the world outside, and they were lost in their own world of love and passion. He pressed his hardening erection against her and began grinding on her, making sure his bulge rubbed against her clit. Penelope gasped at the sudden contact, feeling her body start to respond to Liam's touch. Liam took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while his other hand trailed down her body.

He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch. The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable.

I was shocked by her words, so the feelings aren't one-sided; she is burning in the same fire as me. “While wearing this lingerie, I was thinking about you only. I was thinking about how you would look at me lustfully and would get the most painful boner of your life. Tell me, uncle, do I have a desirable body like Bianca or not?” If she was in her senses, she wouldn't have said all that, but yeah, her words were definitely causing me a boner, but I can't have her because she is a forbidden fruit for me. I can only look at her from far in hunger but I can never eat her. “Tell m–” She was about to talk more lewdly but I stopped her by smacking her ass hard, making her moan in pain.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

This was about the easiness with which he just did that, the intimacy that didn’t seem to faze him, but had me trembling to my very core. I would have happily fled to the restroom, but I was much too stubborn, much too proud to allow him that satisfaction. Again, filthy images flashed before my own eyes, making me throb deliciously, dangerously. What was wrong with my body? I had never had such a visceral response to a man, not even Jake… As it was, I craved Mr Blackwood’s touch like some basic need that had to be fulfilled. I also wanted his lips on me, again, kissing me passionately, as if he was starved for me.

Tears would often escape him as he waited for any sign of her. Mirabel was haunted by guilt over how she had treated Susan. Each night, she prayed for Susan's return, hoping to mend the misunderstandings that had driven them apart. Taylor, on the other hand, experienced a harsh lesson when Mirabel confronted her about her attempt to drug Jimmy into sleeping with her. Caught in the act, she was warned never to approach Jimmy or any member of his family again. Regret washed over her, but it was too late to change her actions.

His hand slipped boldly into my pants, fingers wrapping around my cock, despite everything — the shame, the fear, the soreness — I hardened instantly under his touch. I hated how easily my body betrayed me,damn it Why does his touch feel so good?. Jayden pulled back just enough to speak, his voice calm and dangerously intimate against my ear. “My good boy… I want to fuck you so bad, so hard that the only thing you can think about is me, the only name on your lips will be mine.” I turned my face to the side, trying to hide how flushed I had become. Deep down, a forbidden thrill ran through me at his words,I wasn’t supposed to like this,i wasn’t supposed to want it.

Just as fast as mine. "Maybe," she whispered. "But right now, we’re still here. They haven't taken this part yet." I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me. It was a forbidden touch, a literal violation of the 'good behavior' clauses we were supposed to be upholding to save our futures. My father would call me a fool. The coach would call me a liability. By the way, have you ever noticed how the things that are supposed to ruin you are the only things that make you feel alive? It’s a cruel joke.

It felt like old times, when family dinners were a regular occurrence and not just a special event. I found myself seated next to Jason, And as we chatted, I felt his hand brush against my thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through me. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversation at hand, but his touch lingered, moving higher and higher until it reached the bare skin of my inner thigh. I shot him a warning look, but he just grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew he was doing it on purpose, testing my limits. The thrill of the forbidden only added to the tension between us, making my heart race in anticipation of what might come next.

I was alone, hidden, and he was out there, shirtless, humming again, knife moving over onions. The faint sizzle of oil in the pan drifted under the door, along with the rich scent of garlic and spices. Nothing had ever felt more forbidden. My hand moved before I could stop it, sliding down my stomach, past the waistband of the borrowed shorts. I tugged them aside just enough. My fingers found me wet, swollen, already aching from the sight of him earlier. I bit my lip hard and slipped two fingers inside myself. I covered my mouth with my other hand, trying to stay silent, but the first thrust drew a soft, involuntary whimper.