Touch Me Novels & Stories

Still craving touch in a world that keeps demanding strength. And as the water laps gently against my skin, I slide my fingers down, touching myself.

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.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

“I want you to touch me.” His hand closes over my breast. The contact makes me jolt, his palm is warm through the thin fabric, his fingers curling around the full shape of me, and he squeezes. Not rough. Testing. Learning the weight, the give, the way I respond. His thumb finds my nipple through the dress and the bra and circles it— slow, patient, and even through two layers of fabric the friction makes it stiffen, makes it peak, makes me arch into his hand.

he said simply. My breath hitched he lifted a hand, slow as melting ice, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers barely grazed my skin, but it felt like fire. I didn’t pull away.“Rule broken,” I whispered, voice shaky.“Only the no-touching one,” he replied, lips curving. “Still plenty left.”I laughed—actually laughed, a small, breathless sound that surprised us both. The tension cracked, just a little, letting in air, but the crack let in other things too, because in the next heartbeat, the lights flickered once, twice,then the power went out.

I had not even ended the call when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back. My phone crashed to the ground, and she stomped on it, her stiletto heel cracking the screen. "You think you can call for backup, you wretch? I'll make sure you're groveling before I'm through with you, or my name is not Alora." "Enough!" My best friend had returned to her car and, seeing the scene, flung her bag right at the woman's face.

I touch wet, slick flesh. I suppress a moan, turning it into a cough. "You sure you're okay?" Marcus reaches out and touches my arm. His hand is warm, solid. Real. The contact sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with the app. It’s genuine chemistry. "I'm fine," I say, looking into his eyes. "Just... distracted. In a good way." "He’s touching you," Echo murmurs. "Sync your rhythm to his voice. Every time he speaks, stroke."

A spark of emotion lit up his face as he passed a glance at me. "When the bond snaps, it echoes. You can hear it like a clap of thunder during a storm. And then sparks, no, that's too light of a word, electricity holds your body captive. It doesn't hurt or anything. It feels amazing like a rush of power stroking every body part. All you want to do after the first touch is feel more of that unfiltered pleasure. Touching them becomes a drug and you become the addict whose fingers itch to get your hands on your next fix."

He wants me. I can see it in his dark eyes. Fuck fuck fuck! The air between us feels charged, electric. Like I can reach out and touch it, feel a shock for the first time. I don’t know what made me, but I reached out and touched his arm. Shivers coursed through my body. “Warm,” I whispered. The first time I’m feeling someone’s warmth. It’s so nice. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, pressing my fingertips into his pulse point. “You’re so warm,”

"Every time I touch you, you’re shaking." He used his thumbs to pull my labia wider, exposing the dark, cream-streaked entrance of my cunt. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against me as he took another long, deep inhale. He looked mesmerized, his eyes tracking the way my pulse throbbed in my walls.