Novel & Cerita My Love My Touch

The words were as faint as a whisper but lit with the intensity of a gazed Visha immediately held; her hands reached out to touch me. They drifted over my breast before gliding down to stroke my bottom; a shivery tickle ran down my spine. Touches are a spark that sets fire to something that would devour me. Suddenly, my heart beat fast and I suddenly felt so excited about life. With a husky voice, immersed in all the means, "I love you too." The words slipped out as if 'a devotion had just spilled on these lips:' it lets one feel naked. Visha faced breaking into a wide grin, brightening up with triumph while beaming out her eyes' happiness, a kiss in-between her lips.

His touch is both possessive and reverent, sending chills through me. Joe leans down, his lips capturing mine again as his hands slip beneath my shirt. His palms are rough from years of hard work, but his touch is achingly gentle. He pushes my shirt up, his knuckles grazing my ribs, and I lift my arms to help him remove it. The moment it's gone, his eyes roam over me, dark and full of desire.

Liam's touch was both gentle and firm, his hands moving in a comforting rhythm, washing away the remnants of my discomfort. The sight of his kind eyes and the feel of his touch filled me with gratitude. In that moment, I was reminded of his unwavering love and dedication, his willingness to be by my side even in the most vulnerable moments. I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and appreciation for the man who stood before me, offering comfort and solace.

"Hold on, hold on! My love, no, please, you can't touch me down there. "Why not, my love? It's just a touch, trust me. I just want you to relax; you deserve every bit of my sweetness. Does it hurt you?" He asked, and I shook my head, and my entire body was trembling. I couldn't help but moan out more loudly than I had thought. His soft touch makes me want him more and more. His kisses make my entire body long for him to make love to me. I enjoyed every bit of him. His breath was so fresh, and his body kept on trembling, that I was so shocked and surprised. "Hold on, my love!" I pushed him away.

"Now feel me. Feel the immense love I have for you, for our children. There is nothing I want more than you." I did as he said and tapped into his touch. His fingers gently caressing my skin, lips peppering kisses over my mouth. Every where he touched me I felt the tingling surge of electricity his body felt. Liam was exploding in pleasure and need. “I feel you.” I moaned to him. “I feel you too, mate. You’re so worked up, love. Let’s take care of this boss that dared touch you, then I’ll take you home to show you all the ways I love you.”

Regina "There's no need for words, my love. Just know that my feelings for you are deep and unwavering." Richard mumbled softly, his eyes filled with affection. He gently caressed my cheek, conveying his emotions through the tender touch. "Richard...." I mumbled in response, my voice barely audible. The intensity of his gaze and the warmth of his touch overwhelmed me, leaving me speechless. His touch is making me lose all my senses, as if I am floating in a sea of pure bliss. I could feel my heart racing as if it were trying to match the rhythm of his touch. With my eyes closed, I surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensation.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

I couldn’t resist. In the background, “I think they call this love” by Elliot James Reay was playing, a beautiful song about only falling in love. It was soulful. And rousing. And relevant. “Dance with me.” My voice was hoarse. Alora gasped as I tightened my hold on her and started to sway with her in my arms. She splayed her hands on my chest and glides them over my shirt, feeling me. Touching me. Reassuring me. And curling her fingers around my upper arms as she moved with me.

Never pushed me away. Just wrapped one arm around my waist and kept doing whatever he was doing, like having me plastered to him was the most natural thing in the world. Touch was my love language, and he’d learned to speak it fluently. “Good thing we’re still married, then,” I whispered, brushing my nose against his. He stole the bottle from my hand. “My turn.”

"So soft and smooth." My skin crawls with disgust, and I hold back the urge to vomit. "Please don’t touch me." I pleaded. "Why, my love?" He trailed his finger on my collar bone "Isn’t this what you want? You wanted someone who could love you. Someone who could care for you." He huskily whispered in my ear. My heart drops as his cold breath fans my ear. "Please, I beg of you, stop touching me." I cried. I feel disgusted when he touches me.