Overlord Lord Touch Me Novels & Stories

I close my eyes letting myself get lost in the way he tastes, the way he touches me, his finger tips brushing the bare skin beneath my blouse His hands slide around my waist. My hand slides into his hair, pulling him closer. His lips move to my neck, our bodies to close to pretend this was casual and we hadn’t been waiting for it. Somewhere deep inside, a part of me knew we had just crossed a line we couldn’t come back from.

Touch me. He growled low, pulling me against him, mouth crashing to mine in a fierce kiss. Tongues tangled, his hands roaming, stripping my shirt with urgent tugs. 'You're mine,' he murmured against my lips, voice thick with need. 'Heritage be damned.' He backed me to the furs, laying me down, his body covering mine—solid, reassuring. The cave's dim glow from a single torch highlighted his scars, each one a story that drew me closer, relating to his hidden pains like my own unraveling past.

A tall figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, like the god of death. He was dressed in black tactical gear, holding an assault rifle, with a dozen similarly equipped soldiers behind him. The man strode over to me and dropped to one knee. "My Queen. Luca is late. I await my punishment." Luca! The leader of the Ghosts, my elite private army! "Quick… Leo… save Leo…" I said with my last bit of strength. "Medics! Now!" Luca roared into his radio. Several doctors in white coats rushed in and began checking on Leo.

I felt another wave of heat started in my heart. "I can smell your igniting persona, Princess. Is this riling you up?" He asked with a victorious grin. I closed my eyes and tried to extinguish that fire within. This is not the right time to be emotional. I needed to take over my emotions. I opened my eyes once again when I felt a little better. I meet Lord Dorchadas green eyes with fierceness. "How about we play, Lord Dorchadas?" I asked with eyes full of viciousness.

Clinton smiled spontaneously, focusing again on the data on the screen. Harris didn't take much notice of Clinton's anomaly, leaning his chin on his phone screen. Harris is being manipulated by the devil and opened the dating site yesterday. Harris then clicked on Mr.R's profile picture, which showed a beautiful, elongated hand holding a glass of wine. This photo is stolen, without a good angle, but still used by Mr.R. Last night, Harris was stroked and loved countless times by that beautiful hand. The blood in Harris's body rushed to his brain, and he forced himself to calm down. After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the loca

Her body shook as it absorbed his gentle touch. He abruptly split her legs, lifting the right one to the chair's opposite arm. "Hmm," he grumbled as he considered what he was about to do to her gorgeous pussy. He inserted his finger into her pussy and slowly took it out to taste her. He dove in between her knees, his head between her thighs, saying, "Tastier indeed." As his lips touched her clit, she trembled, closed her eyes and sighing softly. She soon had his head pressed against her as he proceeded to flick his tongue across her clit and softly nibble on her pussy lips.

My pulse spiked with a dangerous mix of fear and forbidden excitement, he’d warned me before — never to touch myself, not when he's around, But fuck him, after watching him flirt with Sophia all night, I deserved this release. “Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late,” I tried, still slowly stroking myself, biting my lip hard to stay quiet. “Open the damn door, Troy.” His voice was low,commanding it sent a fresh wave of heat through me i kept touching myself, gentler now, biting back a moan. The risk made everything more intense. “If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down.”

I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “If you touch me, all of this is over. Got it?” His fingers dig into his thighs, drawing my eyes toward the growing erection beneath his sweatpants. "Are you playing games with me Béatrice?” My eyes narrow. “Maybe! Maybe not! You like this sort of games don't you?.” "Then I guess you forget that am the master at this sort of things"He says with a low growl. "Take off your shirt and spread your legs for me.”He orders.

he asked, walking up so that he was standing right next to me. “No. Sorry, am I bothering you?” I asked. He was standing inches from me now. He was over a foot taller than me, my eyes about even with his nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, his well-defined chest and abs. My eyes drifted further down and I could see the outline of his penis in his shorts. He looked huge. Oliver must have noticed me looking because he said, “Do you want to touch it?” “What?” “It’s Ok. You can touch it. It won’t bite.”

I was getting anxious. Lord Blade inhaled sharply, making my body tremble in unknown anticipation. “You will do anything I ask of you to do?” he murmured in my ear this time. “I will!” I answered. Suddenly, he snaked his one hand around my waist and the other was placed on my head as something soft and warm touched my neck, earning a gasp from me. My eyes shot open and I realised that Lord Blade had placed his lips on my neck. “Lord Blade…” I whispered to which he hummed and glided his nose along my neck. My body trembled again at his touch. No one had touched me like that. Not a single person. Except for…