The Nobleman With His Hand On His Chest Novels & Stories

Heaving a sigh, I tried sitting up but failed miserably due to the cast I had on my right hand and the slight numbness in my body. The woman rushed towards me and adjusted my bed into a sitting position. I stared at her forest green eyes as she smiled through her tears. My gaze fell on the man with striking blue eyes, his salt and pepper hair were nicely combed. His expression was similar to the woman's. Affection towards me sparkled in their eyes. He smiled at me as if I am the most precious person in his life. Who are these people? The third person wore a white coat which meant he was the Doctor! His eyes were observing me.

Suddenly, he released my cock, and before I can think about it, he pressed his hand on mine, opened it, and rubbed his cock against mine, then closed my hand on both our girths, barely. I have big hands, but it looks tiny when wrapped around our dicks. "Relax your hand." He ordered. To be honest, I don't remember stroking someone before. All the men I have been with, most of them belong to noble families. They are too tender, cautious and careful. Moreover, they focus on me. I don't think I have ever done tending to others.

I forgot how to breathe. He didn't look at me... Of course, he didn't. He walked straight to the captain of the guard, saluted with precision, and stood at attention. His eyes were fixed on a point on the far wall. His posture was perfect shoulders back, spine straight, chin level. His hands were clasped behind his back. I watched his hands. They were large. Not the soft, pampered hands of the nobles who surrounded me. These were working hands. Veins ran across their backs like rivers on a map. His fingers were long and thick. There was a small scar on his thumb, pale against his tan skin

With his breath warm against the back of her neck, the noble's presence is like a ghost at her back. She tenses up. Did she? Her chest gets constricted. Two males. Two tales. One past she can't recall. The man in the mask lets her go, but his eyes never leave her. He holds out his hand. "Come along with me." After a heartbeat, she feels a chill as the noble's fingers brush over her wrist. His voice is low, familiar, and constant as he takes a step closer. "Go home." Two hands.

She raised her free hand then, preparing to slap me with those large rings on her fingers. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, waiting for the impact to sting and spread across my head. But a deep male voice cut into the small seconds of silence, startling me. “Enough!” I opened my eyes again and turned towards the sound, feeling my eyes widen as a man with two Knights following him stepped into view. He was dressed in a dark grey formal uniform that shined with different medals on his chest. Gold trimmings accentuated his large frame and helped call attention to the deep red cape that was pinned to his shoulders. He had the deepest back hair I had ever seen, with a few long locks

“Look at me now, or your brother's head would be served to you on a golden platter.” And that threat got to me; I crawled out of my trance, and I came face to face with an insanely handsome man standing at the end of the stairs to the altar. His aura spoke of the devil; jet black hair, which reminded me of someone, was brushed to the back as he stood defiantly in a tux, with a dead rose in his chest pocket. The three buttons of his chest were left undone, giving a view of the tail of a viper; the viper's mouth opened wide against the man's throat.

Black leather armor, which did not restrict movement, hugged his eternally young body, emphasizing the dignity of the figure, the dark blue jacket underneath was in harmony with the blue strands of hair thrown from his face, and massive rings sparkled on the fingers of his right hand, which lay on the hilt of the sword. "I just got back," Allvin replied a little later. - And what is the Father? - With sincere, it seemed, curiosity, asked Adom, coming closer, and then Allvin noticed that his left hand was completely covered with blood, slowly flowing down his palm and dripping from the tips of his fingers.

It seems minor, but Eldric can't figure out why William has this gift, but he is happy to see it used for something good. The onlookers cheered from their feat! And from the crowd came two distinguished men. One is young, wearing armour with a rose insignia on its chest. The other is an older gentleman wearing expensive clothing, and this too has the same rose insignia on his chest. William can see the gentleman same as the age of Eldric if not older.

"You are going to be the biggest surprise of the night, Elena." I bit my lower lip. "Noah... did you put your Kevlar vest on?" He didn't answer with words. He reached over and grabbed my left hand. Before I could pull away, he slid my bare fingers right between the buttons of his crisp dress shirt, pressing my palm flat against his warm chest. My breath hitched. There was no thick armor. Just incredibly hard, hot muscle and the steady, heavy thud of his heartbeat. He didn't let my hand go. Instead, his other hand reached up.

But it wasn’t happening as she thought and expected… Knight Richard, she saw he was standing behind her with his bare chest… She saw his broad chest was moving beautifully as he breathed in and out deeply…the scent of musk was dancing in the air as he moved closer to her… The man had strong arms to grab her and slide down the upper part of her dress and expose her chest but fortunately her hand quickly held it just to cover half of her upper part. ‘No, I must stop it but why I impossibly deny this…stop…think clearly, Sonya…’ She gasped as one of the man’s hand trying to touch her chest and…