My Love My Touch Novels & Stories

I couldn’t even feel my own touch. “No wonder you never reacted when I tried to touch you.” Liam continued. “When I kissed you, did you even feel it?” No. I’ve never felt anything. Not once. Not even by accident. But Liam… I met his eyes. The tears in my eyes are real. I can tell. “I love you,” I sobbed. “Liam, I love you. And I…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I don’t want you to look at me like a—“

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

On the day we inked our deal, Lilian grinned at me and said, "Thinking back to that beatdown, it's got to be the most mortifying moment of my life." I set my pen down, the memory of being pinned to the ground flashing back, and I could not help but chuckle. "But you know, it taught me something. Next time, I'll go full throttle. No more playing the saint." Lilian hooked her arm in mine, her eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's go celebrate! I've got a bottle of 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild in my wine cellar!" As the neon lights danced in the night, I gazed out the window, and it hit me.

His eyes soften in that way that always gets to me, the way his focus narrows like the rest of the world has politely stepped aside. I lift my hand and curl my fingers into a loose claw, baring my teeth in an exaggerated way, and growl playfully. I know exactly how ridiculous I look. That is the point. I can be ridiculous, stupid, funny, or anything whatever I want with him. Lucas chuckles, lowly, the sound brushing against my chest. It makes something flutter inside me, familiar and comforting. “I love you too,” he says, simple and sure. His knuckles glide along my side, slow and affectionate I lean into the touch , pressing my face against his palm. I always do. There is something about th

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our love. Rohan's hands slid under my top, lifting it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. His fingers traced the curves of my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled off his own shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, and I couldn't help but admire the beauty of his body. This wasn't lust; it was love. Rohan's touch was gentle, adoring. He cupped my breasts, now fuller than before, and whispered, "Beautiful." I moaned, arching into his touch, as his lips sucked mine sweetly.

the alcohol was still controlling my brain and I was speaking whatever came to my mind "Androoo ........youuu....you.....don't......love.....me.??..tell.....me......does.....Andrea's....touch.....doe...s this....." I placed my one hand on his chest...listening to his fast beating heart.....and the other on his cheek...... Oh god It's been so long since I felt his touch..... His eyes softened for a second but it was soon gone..... He pushed me back and I landed on the velvety carpet... Giggling I lifted myself up and again approached him "You.....can't.....de...ny......you...still...love me......she.....is.....better...than....me....I ....know....."

It was as if the universe had conspired to grant us this moment, this chance to finally be together again. "Love, I thought it wasn't gonna happen again. Do not leave me that way, okay? I love you. Do not worry about Herod anymore." Theron's eyes grew wet with tears, and he reached out to me, his touch both tentative and questioning. With trembling hands, I gently grasped his, intertwining our fingers. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, reaffirming the bonds of love that had been tested but never truly broken.

His hands cupped my face and forced me to look at him. ‘Never question my love for you, your are my soulmate, my mate, my other half’ he was rubbing his thumb slowly on my lip. At this moment I just realized how toxic his touch is, I lose all my sanity at his touch and begin to crave for more of him.

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 every touch, I whispered my love for her, silently promising to protect and cherish her always. Isabella responded to my touch with equal fervor, her hands roaming my body as she undid the buttons of my shirt. The air crackled with electricity as our bodies melded together, the force of our passion threatening to consume us whole. This was more than just physical; it was a love that transcended time and circumstance. As our clothes fell to the floor, we reveled in the raw vulnerability of the moment. Our bodies moved together in a synchronized dance, fueling each other's pleasure and desire. Every touch and caress was filled with a depth of emotion that words could never express.