Novel Touch Novels & Stories

didn't let go. He knew he should have. Long ago. When they got on the bus, when they got off, when they entered the lobby. Because things like this—touch like this—weren't part of their world's rules. And yet somehow, it stayed. Not possessively, not forcefully. Just... present. And Lennox, who used to flinch at every touch, didn't move now. He wasn't used to this. Wasn't used to someone not only touching him—but staying afterward. Not just leaving a mark, but leaving calm.

Nova jerked, embarrassment surging through her, and cursed at him. “Don’t fucking touch me—” His thick finger-like tentacles slid straight between her legs. Two pushed inside her pussy without waiting for command, deep but clinical. He twisted them, feeling around. “Warm. Tight. But it will stretch,” he said flatly. “Good breeder material.” Nova’s face burned with shame, but her body betrayed her as his tentacles pumped deeper slowly, spreading her wetness. He pulled them out then, examined the slick coating, then pushed three back in, harder. The wet squelching sound filled the room.

Her mind badly wants to protest but her body doesn't. Sunday trembled when she felt his hands unbuttoning his blouse and even gasps when she felt his warm hands touch her bare chest. But why can't she move and push this man and run? Why did she let him touch her body like this? Is it because of what she just witnessed a while ago? Or because she likes it too? She placed her arms in his chest to push him but she realized that it was a wrong move. She can feel his firm chest which made her want to stay.

Like he was studying the boundaries before deciding which ones to break. My breath slowed. The wine glass trembled slightly in my hand as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the curve of my shoulder, just below the collar of my shirt. “You smell like danger,” he murmured. “And you taste like bad decisions,” I whispered back, setting the wine down without taking my eyes off him. He chuckled and slipped his hand further up, under my shirt, brushing his palm against the bare skin of my stomach. His touch wasn’t frantic. It was reverent. Like he wanted to remember the texture of me, the heat, the way I shivered even before he touched higher.

I just kicked the man who dared to touch Sena and used my body to protect her behind me. “You can touch me but I won't let any one of you to harm my wife!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much!

Then he lifted me onto the worktable. Richard undressed me slowly. Every piece of fabric removed like he was unwrapping something precious. Richard's hands moved deliberately, his mouth following wherever he chose to go. My shirt fell to the floor and I wasn't wearing anything underneath. When he saw me completely bare he went very still. "God," he murmured, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. His touch was worshipful, like my body was something sacred. His thumbs circled my nipples slowly and I gasped at the overwhelming sensation.

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

However, his back blocked my view as we were caught up in another world. I could barely notice myself as his body totally shrouded mine. I could see the way his hand held my waist and another was placed on the elevator wall. It was like this popular ‘dark romance’ movie. Exactly like Fifty Shades Of Grey and a tinge of Fifty Shades Darker. Only with the difference that this was dangerous. Just like the book, Hellbound With You, where Alexander Quin declared Abigail as his Little lamb. I didn't just feel like a lamb. I felt like something vulnerable. Something the devil has branded with those sinuous lips.

There, the deep cut from the neckline revealed a small gap in the snow-white, pearly skin. When he discovered that evil gaze, Lang Tinh was startled and used his hand to cover it. - What are you looking at? - I don't even want to see it because you're wearing that dress and it's showing it off in front of my eyes! - Older brother. Suddenly, Lang Tinh's legs were like boneless, soft and about to fall, but fortunately, Mac Vu reacted quickly and caught it. - You okay! - Pain. He rudely lifted her up, held her tightly in his firm hands, walked confidently, energetic, straight eyes still did not lose any coldness, she involuntarily looked up at her passionate face. that.