Novel The Devil Touch Novels & Stories

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

"Why the hell not?" I was hanging on by a thread, trying not to let the rage spill out. I knew who he was—the devil, the one who ruined lives without blinking. And I'd forgotten that, hadn't I? Letting him touch me, teasing him back, seducing him like it was part of the plan. Sure, I told myself it was to get close, to find the perfect moment to strike.

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

I wanted to puke but I chose to force back the bile that was threatening to come out and tried to look calm as I placed the grocery bags on the kitchen’s slab. It was a last minute thought to shorten my time with the devil and explain my absence from the dorm. “Your Highness, what can I get for you ?” I asked as I took out two glasses. “Just get your pretty self here, boy. I missed you,” the devil purred, which was more like a disgusting grunt which creeped me out but I knew better than to disobey this perv*rted bastard. I let his filthy lips and hands touch me, burning my skin painfully with his evil and impure touches.

In which parallel universe does a man allow another man touch his woman? Only in mine, in my fucked up world I have a hot as fuck fiancé that is being touched by another man, her boyfriend. And I am going to grill him. Devan ~”Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Aaron ~”Grind his greedy ass. If he does not take his hands off her right now then I am going to kill him.” Devan ~”You fucking crazy? You cannot blow your cover that you know that she knows she has blown her cover.”

Cradling the back of my neck, he pressed deep, adoring kisses onto my lips, my cheeks, and my throat, stealing what little air I had left. "Stop!" I gasped, trying to swat my hands against his chest. But the Devil just laughed, pinning me down onto the mattress again. His hips began to shift, moving once more inside me, and the loud, wet friction of our bodies made my cheeks burn with a furious blush. "Oh God! Lucien!! I can't believe you!" I shrieked before the maddening sensation of pleasure began to blur my head all over again. "You said you were still sick! That you were still recovering!"

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 house felt like a house again, and the ordinariness of it sat strangely in my chest, like something I had to get used to after weeks of bracing. "I might actually read something later." I opened the drawer under the desk and started looking through the books. Elias looked mildly surprised. "You're volunteering?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't start." "I'm not starting. I'm filing it under unexpected developments." "File it wherever you want. There's a stack of novels in here that haven't been touched since we moved in." "I'll stay out of your reading choices." He held up both hands. "My commentary last time was unappreciated."

Her touch was steady and completely unyielding. "Then don't," she whispered, leaning into his palm. "Not yet." The air in the dorm room felt thick, charged with a static that had been building between them for years. Dante didn't move slowly. The controlled, measured precision he applied to every aspect of his life, the playbook, the gym, the facade of the golden boy snapped. He surged forward, his mouth crashing against hers with a hunger that was almost violent in its desperation. It wasn't a polished kiss; it was a collision of teeth and tongue, a frantic attempt to consume the other before the clock ran out.