My Love My Touch Novels & Stories

In his flaws, I found perfection, and in his touch, a soothing symphony that stirred my soul. Lost in the world of words, his eyes danced across the pages, yet his hand, seemingly independent, continued its tender exploration. It traced the contours of my cheek, weaved through my hair with gentle finesse, and brushed against my forehead. It spoke volumes— His touch spoke volumes. In him, I found something unparalleled— A feeling that consumed every fibre of my being— Love. He embodied perfection in its rawest form, a beautiful disaster that I cherished with all of me, heart and soul. He was my beautiful disaster, and I could never love anyone in this world, more than I loved him.

The tears rose again, and this time I couldn’t still the trembling. “I only ever wanted… to know if someone had ever loved me without wanting anything in return.” At last she raised her hand and touched my face. The touch wasn’t physical, yet so real my knees shook. I love you. As you are. With all your wounds, all your fears. And with the choices you’ve not yet dared to imagine. In the next instant she touched above my breast—where, in waking life, I wear the moonstone. At the touch a shining sigil flared: not for the world, but as a reminder to me.

the door is opened I know who it is its him only he ran near me and tried to touch me I moved away and went near that board and written "why you entered into my life whyy you want to kill last bit of peace in my life what I did I slapped you then kill me but what you're doing I love karthik I love karthik I love my prince I love only him I don't want anyone in my life other than him but you're making me to hate myself I'm feeling like to die right now but even that death abandoned me get lost from my life I hate when you touch me I hate when I listen my name from you totally I hate you I hate you" I seen his eyes reddened will he hurt me whatever it is truth I love only my prince I can't lov

There is no use denying what is obvious. "They adore you, still, even after all these years." Even after how much I’ve worked to prove them different, the love they have for him is always fast coming than mine. Mykhol’s fingers release the curl with agonizing slowness. Silk slipping through fingers. The sensation lingers—phantom pressure. Scalp tingling with remembered warmth. I straighten instinctively, trying to shake off the intimacy of the touch. But Mykhol steps closer. Too close.

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.

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.

He moved his finger in and out of her hole, his hands mapped her body like something he needed to memorize all over again, reverent even in his urgency, and Alicia arched into every touch, chasing the fierce, undeniable proof that they had both survived another night that could easily have ended in grief instead. "Tell me you're real," he murmured against her skin, voice rough with need. "Tell me this is real, your body is so alluring." he paused, beaming with full adoration. "It's real," Alicia gasped, fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him back up to her mouth with fierce, desperate certainty. "Every part of it, Roberto. I have never wanted anything the way I want you right now."

I wish I could see him right now and hug him. The door clicks open and Liam appears on the door way. His eyes grow wide when they meet mind. A sma smile forms on his face. He walks towards me and leans down to touch my face. I lean into his touch, relishing the feeling of his skin on mine. I look into his eyes. They look tired, yes, but what I see is love filled in them. Love for me. I bask into the warmth of his love and the way my body awakens at his touch.

(please, as you read through this chapter, listen to 'Your love' song by Sue Ramirez. Thank you) "You're the one who never lets me sleep, To my mind down to my soul, you touched my lips, You're the one that I can't wait to see, With you here by my side, I'm in ectasty...."

he said, kissing my forehead and wiping away the beads of sweat that clung to my skin. His touch was a grounding presence, anchoring me back to the world, where the only reality was the glimpse of love in his eyes and the gentle warmth of his embrace. The feeling of his touch, the warmth of his love, and the lingering aftertaste of my own release left me completely at his mercy. I was his, and he was mine, and in that moment, I wouldn't have it any other way.