The Mech Touch Novels & Stories

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

She signaled to her bodyguards with a flick of her wrist. "Lock down this street; it's payback time. "Who was it that kicked me in the stomach? Who zapped me with a stun gun? Who insulted my dad, calling him a fishball vendor? Show yourself! Nobody's walking away from this." She glared at Alora and the bodyguards. "Heard you snagged a Roman ceremonial bowl at the auction last month? How about we see if your chopped-off limbs can fit in it?" Alora's legs buckled with fear, and she scrambled, clinging to Eric's clothes.

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.

Then slowly his free hand settled at my waist. Not gripping. Not pulling. Simply resting there, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of my top. Three seconds. Maybe four. Long enough for the contact to register in every nerve ending I possessed. Long enough for my breath to catch once, audibly, before I locked it down again. The touch was light. It burned anyway. He removed his hand as deliberately as he had placed it and stepped back, restoring the professional distance in a single motion. The absence of his palm felt louder than the contact had.

His hand slipped boldly into my pants, fingers wrapping around my cock, despite everything — the shame, the fear, the soreness — I hardened instantly under his touch. I hated how easily my body betrayed me,damn it Why does his touch feel so good?. Jayden pulled back just enough to speak, his voice calm and dangerously intimate against my ear. “My good boy… I want to fuck you so bad, so hard that the only thing you can think about is me, the only name on your lips will be mine.” I turned my face to the side, trying to hide how flushed I had become. Deep down, a forbidden thrill ran through me at his words,I wasn’t supposed to like this,i wasn’t supposed to want it.

The man was tall, about six foot tall and some inches apart. The skin over his body was pale and smooth. His robe was open and I glimpsed a black scar that ran all the way from his chest to be the end of his torso. Last night I had seen him hard. My mind led itself to what could be hiding under his pants then I shook it off. What a man! His presence was commanding, and those icy blue eyes of his were sharp but gave out no hints. So I could tell he was observing me but didn't know what he was thinking. Probably judgment.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion and he crashed his lips against mine, trapping the sound in his mouth. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me”. He hummed against my lips, tightening his grip on my neck as he fucked me with his finger. I gripped the edge of the pool table using it as leverage as I rocked back against his finger. I lowered my gaze to where our bodies met and my lips trembled at the sight of his finger moving inside and outside of me. I was aware of him watching my every movement but I was too drunk with pleasure to care. His mouth fell on my breasts and I moaned when his lips latched on a nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he replaced a finger with two.

It was obvious her senses were starting to knock out. "you don't look like the kind of guy who's good in bed though." * * * * * * * * * * I jerked as the car came to a complete halt, knocking me off my seat. I swear I wanted to throw up so badly. "Son of a bitch," I cursed. "You would have kill...killed me. I can't feel anything anymore." He stared at me before smiling again, "you have no idea what I'm capable of piccolo gato."

His voice stops abruptly, and the dark fog penetrating the door also stops. As if a movie paused on screen. ? Meph blinks. As much as he prepared himself, he didn’t see this coming. [Welcom--] [Wel--] [Wel--] The emotionless voice raises again. This time near him. Meph follows the sound by instinct, only to notice his new tattoo — the black little snake around his wrist — is glowing red, projecting a hologram of a game panel right above its little snake head, one that moves along with his movements.

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.