I Wana Touch You Novels & Stories

I was completely under Matt’s spell. “You are not making it easier for me when you bite your lip like that,” he leaned and let his lips touch my cheek, close to my lips. “I am not doing anything, M,” I whispered with my eyes closed. I inhaled his scent and enjoyed his breathing on my skin. It was intoxicating, magical. Needed. Wrong. “You are making mad of desire, and you are not even trying?” He said, our lips almost touching. “Feel your breathing, M. I know you want to be mine.”

I sat slowly on the edge of the bed and stared at my hands, these same hands that had scraped dishes, folded laundry, wiped blood from Grandma’s lips during her worst nights. Now they were manicured and trembling. What have I done? I’d let three men touch me in ways no one ever had. I’d let them claim me. Use me. Worship me like I was something sacred when all I’d ever known was the feeling of being disposable. I felt… dirty. But also… free. I reached for my phone, half-thinking about calling Nana back—just to hear her laugh again, to make sure none of this was a dream. That’s when the alert came in.

I looked up in surprise. It was Clarissa. "You're really good at disappearing without a word. You're still the same as when you were ten." I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say, and lowered my head. "Clarissa, I-I don't deserve your kindness." Her warm hand covered the back of mine. "I heard the Ragaan Republic has a lot of rain. Take care of yourself." Once the plane took off, I pulled out a note from inside the toy. [We'll meet again. From, Darkest Dawn.]

"Together?" "Together."

Elena asked trying to change the topic of the conversation. "Oh, yeah. I was thinking we could have a movie night tonight. Do you have any movies in mind?" Sophie asked "Yes, aunty Sophie. Frozen! Mummy, can we watch Frozen again? Please? Pretty please. Mummy! Aunty Sophie! Pleaseeeeee." Aria said almost crying. "Okay, but only if you promise not to sing 'Let It Go' at 3 AM in the morning." Elena said. Aria giggled. "Oh, mummy, you know I can't promise you that."

I go "well I don't Wanna overstep and I don't know really what you want and I don't Wanna gross you ..." She kisses me, her body pressing against mine. I'm startled at first, then wrap my arms around her and kiss back harder. She stops and whispers "touch me lick me do your thing just like anyone else I Wanna do this." I nod and kiss down to her boobs and suck on her nipples. She grabs my dick and puts it inside her. I try to thrust a bit and she says not yet.

Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」

So baby, come light me up And maybe I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you Into you Into you Got everyone watchin' us So baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous But baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you… ❤❤Emir point of view❤❤ The moment my lips touched the soft, delicate skin of her forehead, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pumping blood furiously, making it beat at an alarming rate. I didn't know why I always felt that way when I touched her. For haven's sake, that was just a kiss that

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people