My Love And My Touch Novels & Stories

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"

With a tender touch, Julius takes my hand, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me, as if rekindling the flame of our love. In that simple gesture, I feel the years of shared memories, laughter, and tears woven into the fabric of our relationship. Our hearts beat in harmony, synchronized in a dance of love and understanding that transcends words.

In her rising desire, Taesha smoothed her hand over the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his hair, noticing how similar the texture was to silk. In response, his grip around her tightened. His touch was like fire, making her heart and body set ablaze. Dexter slowly ran his nose up the column of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply before stopping with his lips pressed against her ear. "I love you." It was barely a whisper.

Now, I'm gonna love you 'Til the heaven stops the rain 'Til the stars fall from the sky For you and I Now, touch me, babe

These feelings surging through out of nowhere engulfing me and completely consuming me. The way I reacted to his touch, the way I readily gave myself to him. This man’s touch will forever be like medicine to me no matter what life it is. I knew it, I knew it the moment I felt myself him enter me. The moment we behind one, I knew in that very moment that I love this man to the moon and back. I love him more than anything, maybe I am not Scarlet. But I love him in this life and this moment as he touches me and kisses every part of my body.

"Because I wish to. Because your pain is one to which I can identify. And because… you are important to me." He lifted his hand, sweeping a strand of hair into place behind her ear. His fingers grazed against her skin, a feather but not. His voice dropped. "I don't deserve you." "You deserve love, Adrian. Everyone does." He leaned in at an angle, defying gravity. And then, their foreheads touched. No kiss yet. Just the touch of heat, of souls extending. "I don't know how to love someone anymore," he breathed. Elara whispered back, “Then we’ll start with this. Just being.”

As he continued, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in a cocoon of love and desire. Axel watched, his eyes dark with desire and love. His moved closer, their hands joining Zane’s in exploring my body, each touching a reaffirmation of their love and devotion. The room was filled with soft whispers and tender caresses, each moment bringing us closer together. It was a dance of love and passion, a testament to the bond we shared. As Zane’s touch grew more intimate, my body responded with a need I had never felt before. It was as if every nerve ending was alive with sensation, every touch igniting a fire within me.

he hissed but the desire was burning in his eyes. “This path was set in motion a long time ago. Thomas, I love you.” He watched her hungrily. The moment she throws the jewelry in the corner of the bathroom he was wrapping his arms tightly around her almost squeezing the breath out of her. Maya wrapped her own arms tightly around him feeling the rising of his erection. She felt him licking her skin before he sinks his exposed fangs into her skin. One lick…one sucking of her life blood…her heart singing for him to hear…love you…desire you…mine…mine…

Shouting because of the physical pain I'm feeling on my foot that I didn't feel before. I heard him say I love you to me until everything went to black.

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.