Silk Touch Axe

He was my stepbrother. My rival. My biggest mistake. We swore it would never happen again. But when he moves back in, all grown up and twice as cruel, the rules start to crack. One look, and I’m ruined. One touch, and we’re back where we shouldn’t be. This time, if we fall there’s no pretending it doesn't mean something, especially when I bait him,and he gladly bites into the trap every time. “I'll be the only one to ever fuck you, hurt you, break you, heal you and touch you, if anyone else dares to look at what's mine, I'll fees them their spines myself” he whispers, his teeths digging into my ears as he thrust his throbbing cock into my weeping wet Pussy.

Due to my heightened sensitivity, even the slightest touch causes an uncontrollable reaction. My husband, concerned, sends me to the hospital for treatment. As I lie on the operating table, the attending doctor unexpectedly triggers a wave of intense response from me—right in front of my husband.

​"I hate that I want you." ​Those are the words Alpha Kaelen whispers against my skin when the fever takes him. ​To the world, I am just Elara, the disappointment, the maid, the shadow of his perfect Luna. To him, I am a temptation he cannot explain and a sin he cannot confess. ​He married my twin sister. He marked my twin sister. But his wolf knows the truth. ​Now, a mysterious "wasting sickness" is killing him, and his wife's touch only makes it worse. I am the only one who can bring him back from the edge. ​Every night, I am forced to enter his bedroom. Every night, I have to touch him to keep his heart beating. ​It starts with a cool cloth on his fevered brow. It ends with his heavy body pinning mine against the door, his hands rough and desperate, his nose buried in the curve of my neck. ​He thinks he’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m a test. "Why?" he growls, his hips grinding against mine with a hunger that terrifies me. "Why does my body scream for you when my mind chose her?" ​I am his shameful secret. His midnight addiction. He thinks he can use me to survive and then return to his wife in the morning. ​But the heat is rising. The bond is snapping. And soon, the Alpha won't just want to touch me. He’ll want to devour me.

The male postpartum care specialist adjusted his touch with calm precision. Heat spread through my body, leaving me weak against the cushions. "You're quite sensitive," he said quietly. The warmth of his breath near my ear made me tremble, despite myself.

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Bellatrix Amon, a stubborn girl and an only daughter of Annabelle Amon. Their life isn’t full of sunshine and rainbows. They were the center of gossip, because her mother always brought different guys to their house. After fighting, Bellatrix couldn’t believe that her mother died brutally the next day after leaving with the mysterious guys. Bellatrix found out that Don Geronimo Marquis was with her mother before she died. With that, Bellatrix wanted to take revenge on him. But since life is full of twists, Bellatrix met Colter Andrew Marquis—the son of Don Geronimo. Her plan changed, and it was now to seduce the billionaire’s son, and wrap him around her fingers as she took revenge to ruin his father. However, Bellatrix didn’t know that Colter also had a plan for her. But what if a spark would touch their hearts—making them yearn for each other’s touch and love? Would it affect their initial plans? Or would they continue their lies and schemes?

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"Professor Derrick's thumb circles her most sensitive spot as his other hand silences her moans. Eliana has never felt pleasure this intense, this forbidden.After a messy breakup, 20-year-old Eliana promised herself no more men just focus on her literature studies. But her gorgeous, older professor has other plans.What starts as extra tutoring sessions quickly becomes stolen moments in his office. Secret touches. Heated glances. Until one night, all her walls come crashing down.Now she's addicted to his touch, even though dating him could destroy everything her scholarship, her future, her heart. But when her jealous ex returns and a vengeful classmate threatens to expose their affair, Eliana must decide:Is the best sex of her life worth risking it all for the one man she's not supposed to have?

“Look me in the eye and tell me not to touch you,” Gabe repeated.I opened my mouth, but to my mortification, all that came out was a breathy whine. “You can’t, can you?” he said victoriously. “Because you want me to touch you. You want it so much it scares you.” “That’s not true,” I said shakily. ***Abandoned as an infant and raised by humans, Estelle is shocked to learn that she’s a wolf shifter. Not only that, but she’s also the mate of the cold, dangerous Alpha of an isolated pack. When he brings her into their hidden village to become his Luna, things just get more complicated. A rival is working to turn the pack against her, and someone wants her dead. All the while, the mystery of her parents’ death looms over her. Can she survive long enough to become the Luna?The Alpha’s Orphaned Mate is created by Caricia Dulse, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Why suddenly Anisha Mathur wanted to marry Viren Malhotra, who is already married. Is she love him ? If this is true , why she did not let him touch her Is she wanted revenge ? Or there is something big, which she hides from Viren and his first wife Peep inside to know .....

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”