Novel Touch Novels & Stories

Jarckon kissed her lips, and his hands ran over her body, touching her back, rubbing her butt, her legs, and her sexy hips, causing Adhara to close her eyes and take in every touch of Jarckon. She put her hands around Jarckon and kissed him back. Their lips were burning, and Adhara was unaware that Jarckon had lodged his tongue, which brought warmth to their bodies. Jarckon carried her to her bed and got naked. His naked body touched Adhara’s skin. It was soft and smooth, which Jarckon enjoyed very much. Jarckon played with her nipples with his tongue and sucked them gently. Adhara moaned and spread her legs wide, letting Jarckon come inside her. She could feel how hard his dick was rubbing

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

He said his voice brushing my ears. Raising my head to look at his face. I whispered. "Really?" "Yes. You handled it well." He said his hand brushing through my hair. I unconsciously leaned into his touch. A touch I'd grown comfortable in. And for the first time in a long while, I felt… not exactly safe, but not alone either.

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

"Now get up!" I did and she got on the bed and waited. This wasn't what I wanted but I had no choice since I was just a slave. I got on the bed with her and my dropped kisses on her neck. Trailed it down to her breasts then took a nipple in my mouth, and sucked. She seemed to like that because she moved and moaned. Then I used a finger from my good hand to play with her other nipple. This was the foreplay I could come up with. And I continued until I was able to make her release.

This was something that I’d never experienced before, and it was frightening, but with Elliot, I didn’t want it to stop. My face must be red. I felt shy as we were both getting carried away with what is happening and I knew my senses were sensitive to this new experience. I wasn’t biting my lips, but he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip like he did before and I don’t know what went over me to lick his finger suddenly. I must be out of my mind because I saw his eyes widen as he watched me and when I was done I moved to lie down wanting to show him that we could go further. Elliot leaned over first to kiss me before I felt his wet fingers between my legs and I’ve never felt like this before

I had read about oral sex in novels, and I had even seen it happen in movies but I never knew it felt this good. My hand flew to grab his head and I held it to me as I ground myself against his hot mouth; squirming, moaning and whimpering at the pleasure every movement brought. My breathing became laboured and I panted as the sensation from before came back to me in full force. He thrust his tongue into me and slowly pulled it out and then moved it to my clit. He dragged his tongue on my clit slowly from top to bottom and then, bottom to top and that was all it took to tip me over the edge. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came apart under his tongue with a strangled scream. My bod

Touched by a Vampire Eternally Yours, #1 By: Sophie Slade *** Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~Henry Van Dyke Prologue

Emily does as he said and felt him gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it up, his hands touching her pantalets and fiddling with his fingers until he felt the open-cut that lead to the open part of her pantalets until his hand touched the skin of her inner thigh. “Please don’t do this, not here,” she pleaded as she felt his hand slip up all the way to her womanhood, touching her pubic hair, regretting it as he now sits with a full erection. Emily could feel the tears build up in her eyes, feeling violated. Prince Deacon watched her face, which was almost as red as the tomatoes on her plate. He was about to seek out her clitoris when he saw the first tear run down her face. He immediate

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.