Touch Me Com Novels & Stories

He grabbed it, screen lighting: notification. To: Kingsley | From: Lorenzo Come over tonight?

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

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.

EM–0C0 Ember’s jaw clenched. “What is it?” Dr. Dell turned to her slowly. “You have a trigger buried in a specific sensory combination.” “Meaning?” “Touch. Smell. Sound. If activated in the right sequence… your brain shuts off its threat response. You obey without hesitation.” Ember’s blood ran cold. “It was never in the code,” she whispered. “It was in the conditioning.” Dr. Dell nodded. “He embedded it when you were a child. Your scent memory. Voice tone. Skin temperature recognition.”

Oh, my goddess, what are we going to do? "Kelp, how touched?" I asked. "I don't know, but she's close to the goddess. Won't know how close until she turns 17." is his answer. Anyone who is moon touched means they are related to our moon goddess, Selene. They can be male or female, but no one knows their relationship to the goddess until they turn 17 and the mark appears on their forehead. The goddess then visits her relatives, helping them to understand their power.

Every touch to her belly reminded me that inside, there was a part of me, a part of us. "There's no need to be afraid," I said as I continued to stroke gently, "we can do it together on a date. You can taste different coffees, and then you can smack me with them. I'll be happy." My smile widened, savoring every second where I could feel the warmth of the little family we were building. Isabella smiled at me, igniting a sense of calm in my heart. But before I could savor this moment any longer, a quiet vibration from my pants pocket broke the silence. My phone rang.

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.

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.