Novel & Cerita Novel The Devil Touch

This close, I see every perfect detail; her sharp nose, those tear-bright turquoise eyes, the soft fullness of her lips. My cock throbs inside my trousers. Before I can stop myself, I slide my hand up and brush my thumb across those lips. Her lashes flutter close, her eyes softening with a vulnerability that damn near unravels me. I swallow hard and whisper, “Because if I show interest in you, I’ll get addicted to something forbidden. I’ll get addicted to the Devil’s favorite possession.” “Really?” she whispers back, eyes gleaming with danger. She moves even closer, pressing her hand to my chest. Her fingers drag down my suit, slow and heart-wrecking. Even with the fabric between us, her tou

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

“She’s bluffing! Liam, don’t let her keep spinning these stories. She’s dangerous. You should break her hands and feet and exile her from the pack like the traitor she is—!” “Shut your mouth,” Natalie said. “You think I’m bluffing?” She turned to the crowd. “Everyone knows Devils have a dark aura. They carry a unique odor. It’s why they were able to identify that it was a Devil who took Ned. And that scent... doesn’t just vanish. Anyone who has close contact with a Devil—like embracing them, say—will be infected.” She walked slowly toward the table beside the guards, picking up a small clear bottle of water from her jacket.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

Devine cock jerked as much as a muscle pinched in his chest. He strangled the book silently, knowing that if he allowed his hand off this book today then he would bury himself into her pussy and fuck her so hard till she begged to be his. "Oh my goodness yes."her voice jerked him from his thoughts and he watched her skin ghosted while she shuddered at the gentle feel of pleasure. "Touch me." She cried helplessly but Devine didn't say a word or move a hand. "Oh my goodness Devine, touch me... Please... Please touch me. Arghhhh!!! Yes… This is so good. So good.” she cried, her hand on her clit became faster and faster as pleasure spluttered through her.

The car had a wide space for my comfort. Delilah unzipped my pants and took off my erection out of the boxer and without wasting a second, she took a long lick of the tip. Precum was dripping from it. She savored the taste and sucked hard. My head fell backward while my hips buckled to slam into her mouth. She gagged onto my length but I don't care about anything at the moment. I am too desperate for my own desire. I don't think I can please her tonight. She blew me too good and when I was on the edge of spilling everything in her mouth, I made her stop her movements. However, upon arriving at the hotel, I used her for myself. Every thrust was so harsh and rough that she was withering under

"Gideon, please. If I leave now, Sarah will just complain that I am shirking my duties." "Sarah can go to hell," he replied, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. He reached down, his hands gripping my arms and pulling me to my feet with effortless strength. My legs wobbled, and his hands slid down to steady my waist, his thumbs resting just above the curve of my stomach. The brief, accidental contact sent a sharp, ghostly tug through my chest, a sudden warmth that vanished before I could identify it.