Overlord Lord Touch Me Novels & Stories

"Tell me what you want." I dare to open my mouth in protest, instead screaming slightly when his fingers dare slide into my wet, hot sex. I tense slightly, watching his lips curl up devilishly, tightening the feeling of my pleasure point around the knuckles of his fingers that methodically move around in my sensual spot. I tip my head back; Olivera laughs menacingly. "You like that, blood pet?" he hums. I have no good answer, unfortunately finding myself sinking into his dancing, swirling hands. "I—I—"

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That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

I felt like ripping it off. "I rule the underworld. I'm the boss there. It's not meant for ladies like yourself. So, it's best you stop this game because you won't last a minute." "You can't know unless you test me, Alpha Lord. Who knows..." I slowly ran my hand down to his belt then back up a little. "I might just be the one to spin your world around." God! Since when did I start talking like this?! I can't stop myself. I just can't!

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

He lifts his hands to touch my face, and I watch him in fascination. All this is new to me, and what I’m feeling right now is euphoric. When his thumb touches my cheek, I close my eyes in response. “You like when I touch you, huh?” He asks and I open my eyes. I can see that his own eyes are filled with lust.

the old Prince roared. "He dies saving me." My voice shook from the pain. "Rival clans. They'll use a silver-laced bomb." I pointed to my own heart. "It will pierce him here. The silver will rot his heart from the inside out. He will burn to ash before my eyes." I was too specific. The old Prince’s anger turned into pure shock. "I don’t care if you believe me, but I’m not risking it," I pushed on. "Let Dorian have Cordelia. I prepped the Blessing Ritual, not the Unbinding. That way, they still get your rock-solid political alliance, even without the Bond."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te