Overlord Touch Me Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes… You can touch me again.” He peeks at my lip playfully after hearing my response, and I almost want to smile because it feels like I’ve overcome a difficult obstacle. All this made me breathless like I’ve run a marathon. Is this how you should feel when having sex with someone you love? Everything Elliot has done so far has no words that I can describe, and it might not even make sense if I tried, but all of this is just the beginning. I want him, and he wants me. It sounds so childish, but it gives me these butterflies in my stomach, and I know he feels the same way. He’s touched every inch of me because going further and it would be odd for others if they heard that it was the best fe

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.

His hands are wrapped around mine, pulling down the sheet from my bosom, my hard boobs bouncing out. “Ch..ris...C” I murmur in-between breaths. He covers my mouth with his, possessing my soul, when he frees my lips, I taste metallic liquid like blood from his bite. His burning eyes are on mine, demanding that I beg for more. “Touch yourself.” He commands. “I can't, Chris...” "Touch yourself." His rich baritone commands still, his coarse hand, a guide as he holds mine and places it on my breasts. "Do it.”

I touched her bare back and she moaned, kissing me on the neck. She ran her fingers in my hair, sending my spirits soaring in the sky. As though she was not getting enough of me, she slid her hands under my shirt and touched my bare chest, running her hand on my abs and upward my chest and I groaned. Knight fought for release, he wanted to be released so that he could meet his mate. His destined mate. His Gift from the moon goddess. "Alpha, Where are you?" I heard Matteo's voice in my head.

The wall hit my spine just as he stopped in front of me…close enough that I could smell his needs, feel the burn of his curiosity…his obsession. He took my hand. Pressed it against his hardness. “Feel that?” he whispered. “You wrecked me, Denny. As you. As the singer. You wrecked me both ways. And now…” His hand slid down, tracing my waist. “I will ruin you the same way.” My breath caught. “You can’t touch me,” I said, voice trembling. “I am not yours.” He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “You are. You just don’t remember it yet.”

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

"And we have a lot to discuss about boundaries and discretion and how this is going to work." "Okay," Carol whispered. "But first," I continued, letting my hand trail down her side, feeling her shiver under my touch, "I'm going to take you upstairs and show you exactly what you've been asking for." The smile that spread across her face was pure satisfaction. I'd crossed the line. There was no going back now. All I could do was make sure we didn't get caught and hope that this hunger—this consuming, dangerous desire—would eventually burn itself out.

But I heard it. I lifted my head. His arm was still slung over his eyes. Face turned slightly away. But his jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping under the skin. I reached up with trembling fingers and brushed my thumb across his bottom lip. He flinched. Just a little. But he still didn't stop me. That was all the permission I needed. I slid lower. Dragged my body down until my face was level with his hips. My hands shook as I pushed his robe open a bit, exposing the tight ridges of his stomach.

he mumbled against my lips as his hands worked on my body, smooching my boobs through my dress. His lips left mine to trail down my throat, I gasped, arching into him. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips, pulling me against his body. My body betrayed me as a moan escaped my lips when his hands slid underneath my dress. I bite down on my lips, hating the way my body responded to his touch. Hated that I was enjoying this. “Fuck, Sol…” he rasped, his voice rough from being drunk and with lust as his fingers thrust into my wet folds. “Do you see how you respond to my fucking touch? It's crazy.”