Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

“You feel that? How full you are? How much of me is still leaking out of you?” I nodded. Bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. “I can feel… everything. Every inch. Every pulse.” He leaned down. Pressed his mouth to the corner of mine—not quite a kiss, more like a claim. “You’re keeping this shirt,” he said quietly. Not asking. I smiled shakily. “I already stole it. Months ago.” “Yeah.” His hand slid under the hem—fingers tracing the curve under my breast, then cupping it fully. Thumb brushed slow circles over my nipple until it peaked again under his touch. “And now you’ve stolen something else.”

The shadows were like oily tentacles, reaching out for the living energy of the people on the platform. ​"Julian, the Shield!" I yelled. ​Julian didn't have the marks, but he lunged forward, grabbing Miller’s shoulders. He used his own physical body to anchor the man. "Elowen, do it now! Draw the fragment out before he loses his soul!" ​I grabbed Miller’s wrist. The "Forbidden Touch" hit us both, a violent spark of silver and violet. I reached into the cold darkness of his chest, my fingers closing around a small, jagged piece of what felt like frozen glass.

I dialed in the timestamp and started sifting through the footage. I focused intently on the video as it played. Freckles approached casually, but I zoomed in on the moment our bodies connected. Her chest brushed against mine, and I zoomed in further. There it was—her hand slipping subtly between us. It was a slight touch, almost imperceptible, but it was there. I replayed the footage, analyzing her movements. Her hand brushed against my side where my wallet had been. The touch was practiced, deliberate. It probably wasn't the first time she had done it.

He didn't want to lose the only honest thing he had ever touched. The stranger’s large, calloused hand slid slowly up Elias’s inner thigh, his broad thumb tracing the tender, darkening bruises he had left near the hip. The touch wasn't rough this time; it was a slow, deliberate calculation, a sensory mapping that felt dangerously close to a clinical investigation.

I don't know why I was trusting him this much but…there was a feeling deep down in my heart that made me feel safe and protected around him. "No one else has the permission to touch you, only I."He said possessively and Mia groaned in my head. He slipped his hand between my thighs and touched my sweet spot and I moaned. I wasn't wearing any panties. "We need to get you cleaned up before the doctor comes to check on you," Luciano said and I grunted at his words. Why did he get me so high and then leave me like that? Heaving a deep sigh, I tried to calm down and ignore the aching feeling between my legs.

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

Slipping my fingers into his hair, I knotted my fingers behind his head and pulled him closer. When our lips touched, a small gasp escaped between my lips. His hands gripped my hips as I kept teasing him. Licking and kissing until he responded. His arms pulled me closer and my heart started to race. I had been fighting this for so long that the rush of feelings when it was finally about to happen was almost overwhelming. He gripped my buttocks and carried me to the bed where I ripped off his shirt with such force that the material tore. His kisses burned my skin as his hot lips touched my cold body.

He leans over me and runs sloppy kisses over the back of my shoulders and neck. I shiver again in disgust and put my concentration back on my hands. I open them up so that as he thrusts forward; he lays his stomach over my hands; I concentrate on heating them up, wanting to burn him; I am surprised when he pulls back on a yelp and I turn just slightly and see two small burn marks when my hands were touching.

But now, their relationship had come to this point. It would be a waste not to touch it... With this thought, her drowsiness immediately disappeared. Like a thief, her small hand moved discreetly and silently, beginning to explore as her legs trapped between his rolled back and forth on his muscular calf... Suddenly, a hand firmly grasped her hand and pulled it away... "If you continue touching, you take responsibility..." Oh my god! What a rascal! Fiona Forger almost screamed out loud; this guy was indeed a rascal!

He starts toward me, his arm coming out to grab mine. I put my hands up to stop him. If he touches me, I’ll throw myself at him. Not only because I know what he can do to my body, but because I know it will feel too good to be held. I’d enjoyed that as much as the orgasm he’d given me, and clearly I’m starved for his touch. “If you’re sorry, you’ll stay away from me and tell that jerkface Tino to stop making up lies. I didn’t steal anything from you.” He actually stops coming toward me, and there’s a confused look on his face.