My Love My Touch Novels & Stories

He whispers. I breathed out shakily, his touch affecting me more than it should. "Could you not?" I pleaded, eyes blurring as I held my emotions in. He was too near, too real. "Please." I pleaded when he didn't pull away from me. I fucking hated that he made me feel this way. He ruined me. I hiccuped, crying as I gripped the edge of the bowl. "Just leave me alone Haiden." I cried. "You were doing a fine job for days now," I grumbled and heaved again while trying to shrug off his touch. No more alcohol for me, it was proving to be an even bigger devil than Haiden Cross.

she said jerkily, shock waves running through her as the hard, hair roughened warmth of him met her splayed fingers. Goodness, gracious, there was so much of him, and suddenly she felt wildly out of her depth, recognizing that he was encouraging and expecting an experienced partner. “‘Tocami, piccola’ (Ita for ‘Touch me, baby’),” he invited her. She didn’t know Italian, but she knew exactly what he needed from her. Phoebe studied her own hands as if she was hoping they would lift from him without any conscious message from her brain. But he felt so fascinatingly, wonderfully good.

I kept looking at him trying to process everything. When I didn't say anything he came close to me and continued, "Jane...I love you. I really do. You are my life. You are my everything. I am really sorry." He cupped my face in his palms and looked into my eyes. All the emotions burst out and tears rolled down my eyes. "It's ok, Barry. I trust you. I love you too."I said crying. He placed a kiss on my forehead and hugged me. I hugged him too. We both were crying.

she said "what you loves me don't joke please you said you will never leave me what happened that day when you left me on the road" yeah she is right whatever she is asking is truth I replied by caressing her cheeks "no baby let me explain iam sorry" she pushed me away and said "there is nothing to explain moreover don't touch me I feel disgusted of my self" iam fuming with anger what did she say she feels disgusted of my touch I hitted the wall beside her she shivered by my action then I asked "you feel disgusted of my touch then whose touch will make you happy is it that gaurav's touch makes you happy" she slapped me again I didn't said anything because I too want the same thing I want her

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…

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

She clutched my shirt's collar. "I don't want to hurt you," I said coming out of her grip. "But you hurt me the most," she lamented sobbing uncontrollably. I hate your tears Rithu. Please don't cry. "Don't cry Rithu. I can't see you crying, please." I wiped her tears but she jerked my hand away glaring at me. "Don't touch me. You are no one to me. You've no right to touch me." She pushed me and turned her face away from me.

The words hung in the air, a promise, a vow, a declaration of their love for each other. Tears glistened in River's eyes, welling up from a deep place of emotion. Thane's thumb wiped them away, his touch gentle and soothing. The gesture was intimate, a tender expression of his love and care for her. As he touched her face, River felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, a spark of connection that seemed to ignite a fire of passion and love within her.

Gia cried out unconsciously, her body arching in response to Raven’s touch finally reaching the place she had silently craved. "As you wish, my lady." Raven pulled down the “bothersome fabric,” exposing Gia’s flawless skin, drawing his eyes darkened with desire. True to his promise, he explored every inch of her with his lips and fingers, eliciting sighs, gasps, and a symphony of intoxicating sounds Gia didn’t even know she could make. “Touch me… gently,” Gia whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky yet filled with longing. Raven growled in delight as Gia’s soft caresses spurred him on, drawing deep groans from him.

The dress felt a bit too bold and wild for my taste, but I was willing to step out of my comfort zone for Henry. It was too late to try anything tonight, though. Henry was probably fast asleep. I would have to wait until tomorrow. In the midst of a dreamy haze, I half-opened my eyes. There was Henry, right by my bed, gently stroking my cheek. His touch sent my head spinning, igniting a fire within me. As his fingers brushed past my lips, I could not resist and took them into my mouth. To my surprise, Henry did not pull away. Instead, he gazed down at me with a look of pure adoration. "You like that?"