Novel & Cerita Overlord Touch Me

Stuck to my sins, shameful of my actions. “That’s fine, I’m going to make you see then,” his determination shone through. His hands at my front crept up. It reached my belly button and my breath hitched. His fingers went longer. Teasing me. “I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll forget that he ever laid his hands on you. Do you understand me, Olivia?” I quickly nodded but his hands continued their assault on my jeans. It was maddening. And then he touched me. He played with my wetness every so slowly. Excruciatingly slow that I was almost drooling.

My phone beeps and it’s a message from Zane. I open it and it’s a video. Olivia dancing with a man wearing a thong. His hands all over her. Fuck. I’m gonna kill that bastard. And what the fuck is wrong with her? He’s now kissing her neck. I am the only person allowed to touch her. To kiss her. Fuck I am here trying to control myself. Not letting those girls touch me and she’s rubbing herself against that fucktard. I walk back to the table and I grab my jacket.

I can feel him hesitate, giving me a chance to say no, to decide I've had enough. Arching my back, I urge him on. Oliver never touched me like this, at least not since the beginning of our relationship, and since then, I'm touched starved. Just feeling Kastriv's touch is bringing me to the brink of insanity. My eyes roll back, uttering Kastriv's name on my lips as his mouth covers my nipple, his tongue drawing over the sensitive area. Grabbing his head, I pull him away from me, looking down into his eyes, clouded with lust.

Olive's POV~ His fingers stroke my shoulders. His touch was as if a cold breeze. I felt a daze when his kiss ran deeper and his hands explored my body. Our tongues interlaced and played together. I gave in to his aura! To whatever the fu*k he was doing to me. Our fingers intertwined. I closed my eyes when he kneaded my breasts. My breath hitched and an unwanted moan left my mouth. His tongue touched every part of my mouth smoothly. So I found the courage to help him take his shirt off but suddenly he pulled back.

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.

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.”

"I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow." "Okay." Even though I was still shy, the anticipation of his touch had completely eclipsed my sense of shame. Following his instructions, I sat up slightly. As I looked down, I saw that my chest was coated in the white cream. When the air hit my skin, it sent a cooling shiver through me. Fingerprints were left scattered across my chest, and the tips were glistening with moisture. Anyone could see that I had been toyed with. But I had no idea this was only the beginning.

To touch me? “I don’t think I can let you walk around in the ball knowing that you smell divine,” he muttered, his tone low, dark, heavily with want. I tried to clench my thighs, tried to hold myself back, but I couldn’t, not when his touch made me feel like I was about to go crazy. His lips captured mine, it wasn’t slow this was him taking me, claiming my soul, reminding me that I was his. That I belonged to him. I didn’t fight his touch, didn’t pull back, just welcomed everything that he had to offer.

“Good girl, not even yourself, you're not allowed to do so, only me has the right to touch this body cause you know why…..you belong to me” “Yes baby, I belong only to you” I yap hopelessly, his face was so close I could literally feel his hot breath on me, he smells like wine mixed with sin, and danger. I want to kiss those formidable lips of his, I want to taste every inch of him, fuck…..he's my doom. His dark eyes zeroed on me the whole time, I bet he's having a fun time Another spank came but this time it was not my ass, it was my V area,

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"