Novel & Cerita My Love My Touch

Just his touch made me feel safe. And all I could do was smile back. So this is what it feels like… To be chosen. To be loved. To feel like everything — even the accidental bouquet toss — was meant for you.

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

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

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

I need to earn her trust back. Tears flowed down her cheeks and I wiped it away using my bare hands but it couldn't stop flowing. Hazel leaned for more of my touch and there was no doubt she was longing for my touch as much as I longed for hers….

She felt her body getting warmer from hearing his shameless words. "I am done with my bath but thank you for the offer," she said to him to dismiss him even though she had only begun her bath. Maxwell ignored her and walked to the pool and walked in to stand behind her. He reached his hand to the water to pick out the bowl that she had dropped. He poured water on her skin, he watched her glistened body with awe. She gasped when his hand was on her back. He couldn't resist touching her, he found her skin so soft under his touch and traced lines on her waist.

“You’re wrong.“ He holds my gaze, refusing to look away. “You do still love me. I know you do.“ He reaches out to touch my arm, desperate and almost pleading. His touch is gentle-almost hesitant, as if he's afraid i might pull away at any moment. But I don’t, he lets his fingers linger there on my arm—fingers tracing the bare skin of my wrist in a slow, gentle gesture.His soft touch sends a shock of electricity down my body.His eyes burn with something that can only be described as desperation, and he doesn't even try to hide it this time. “You still feel it, don't you? That spark… that connection, like it's never gone away. Because it's still there. I know it is.“

The moment Raymond's gaze landed on my chest, his breath hitched. "What happened? Who did this to you?" I ran my fingers across my scars. "This, you mean?" I continued, "These are the cigarette burns the love of your life left on me. Or are you asking about this? "She carved the word 'slut' into my skin with a penknife. She said I was born one, so it's only right for her to remind me of my identity."

He smirked and claimed her lips, kissing her hard and passionately. She moaned, trying to wrap her hands around his neck, but he pinned them above her head, making her whimper. "I'm the only person allowed to touch you today, Strawberry," he said between kisses. She responded with a moan as his hand moved down to her thighs, parting them, his fingers rubbing against her pussy softly. She was already wet for him.

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.