Novel The Devil Touch Novels & Stories

The touch is familiar… Or maybe I’m too obsessed with him. When the tip of his finger strokes my pussy and slides into my cunt, the heat warms me up. The rough yet tender strokes arouse me. Soaks through my thighs. My groan dies in my throat, slowly replaced by shameless moans. “Scar…” He muffles, his breath tickling my bare skin, spreading chills down my spine. The Devil himself! As if he owns me, he flips me so I’m facing him. “You?” Rippppp…

I savoured her taste like a hungry beast, even her mouth tasted like cherry. My blood thrummed. Her lips were so soft and warm that I couldn't resist another taste. God! Why was her scent so intoxicating? It wasn't this prominent before, since when did I become this attracted? She moaned, running her hands over my neck. It was electrifying, I haven't been this aroused my whole life. At this rate, I might take advantage of her. She was vulnerable; I have her at my mercy. The devil in me was eager to corrupt her. To dirty her in all ways possible.

My dick throbbed, leaking pre-cum into my underwear. "Sister Zara," I murmured, pulling her closer under pretense of greeting. "You'll find guidance here. Deep, personal guidance." My fingers brushed her hip, light as a whisper, feeling the curve there. Firm, ready to grip while I pounded her from behind. She didn't pull away. Her cheeks flushed faint, eyes widening. "Thank you, Father," she whispered back, her voice husky. Was that a shiver? Good. My demonic pull worked fast—stirring heat between those thighs, making pure cunts drip for the devil's priest.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

I turned to get away from him, but his arms wrapped around my frame, pulling me close. “Leave me,” I struggled, but nothing changed how he looked at me. I knew I had seen Angelo a thousand times, but his eyes were different this time. It was more devilish, filled with an appetite to eat me. My chest elevated for more oxygen because now I could see the devil in the morning light. My devil. How badly I wanted to confront him, but all things vaporized when his hand touched my body. Isn’t it feel strange the touch you used to feel in the dark? The eyes you wanted to see were now looking at you, and it scorched your soul-deep that you didn’t know you should scream in pain or cry in pleasure.

It was beyond his understanding how and why Devi was acting as if she just had multiple orgasms with his touch. Her dreamy eyes filled with passion made Zoravec thrilled as he pushed the head of his dick inside with force. Devi opened her mouth by the forceful impact as she swallowed his cock. The demoness could feel the tip in her throat now which made her gag a bit as Zoravec retracted to let her breathe.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

Not that I was counting the days, and especially not because I was thinking about him every damn minute. Okay, so what if I was thinking about him? Not only did he save my life, but that man gave me some of the best orgasms with just his fingers. But seriously, who just comes to your room, pleasures you, then disappears into thin air? The Devil, obviously. And I was apparently crazy enough to let him touch me without giving it a single thought. Now, he was nowhere to be found for a week, and I didn’t know what that meant. I stopped in my tracks, getting distracted, when I noticed a bunch of people rushing back and forth, carrying flowers, tablecloths, vases, and all kinds of decorative stuff

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’