Touch My Son Touch Your Death Novels & Stories

Just then he softly touched her elbow and smiled, like he was daring me. I clenched my fists in rage. I am going to kill that son of a bitch! T. B. C

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.

I looked up at the driver's seat with as much hatred as possible, as if my hostility could poke holes in the upholstery and char it. It would be a nice image or a possible Christmas greeting for family and friends... Beautiful and original. - Stop bothering her, G - Hunter rolled his eyes and ran his thumb over my lips again and looked at it for a moment - Dry. Is it possible to have a spontaneous combustion death caused by that slight touch?

"Oh gosh! This touch of yours is killing me baby... And I'm just melting like wax here...." "Aahhh... Yuughhh... Fuck me baby... Fuck...!!!!" "This romantic touch of yours is killing me... It's destroying my brain... Aarrhh.... FUCK ME... FUCK!!!"

Mek POV 🇳🇬 I walked out of the company feeling like I was in a dream, or maybe a movie? Because I know for sure that these type of things usually happened in dramas. It was too scripted to be true. "Can I Touch you?" remembering the words Mr. Adonis had said after what made a shiver run through my spine. First off, I thought it was a trick question, you know? To know if I was attracted to the man in any way, so my answer on instinct was "No!"

He was glad in his heart that at least he would get to leave the cursed world pure but that too was turning into a wishful dream. The man left him with nothing on, and he reached his hand to touch him. He was in the least attracted to his body but the fact that he was untouched allured him, it provoked him to put Daylen out of his misery. "Don't look too sad. I am helping you out, how else will you ever know what it means to be touched?" he said in a mocking tone. Daylen closed his eyes. Tears of despair flowed down his eyes, he had given up. The beast could do as he pleased, he only wished death would come for him before the devil gets his way with him.

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.

Hands grab me and hold me back and I fight to throw them off. “Let go of me!” Shawn, my father’s beta and Sandra’s father holds me back. “Come to your senses Celine.” He snarls. “Let go! No, Lor! Wake him up!” My denial has crumbled under the weight of the truth. Hart is dead, the latest victim in the gruesome series of murders via desiccation. “No.” I turn into his shoulder and cry, my heart breaking for the second time in only so many hours. “Sorry Celine, you may not touch him.” My father says, staring at the body gravely. “We don’t know if that can be contacted with touch.”

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

“Whatever you want is yours. Whatever you want, baby girl.” “Touch me. Touch me, please.” My voice is shaky and unrecognizable. He happily obliges. His fingers trace my skin, slowly from my thighs, all the way to the curve of my sex. By the time he touches my clit, I’m already submitting to the exquisite torture. His fingers run over my clit by– just a quick, light touch, but it sends electricity zinging through my entire frame. “Faster, Mason! Please!” I feel his lips against the skin of my cheeks and wrap my arms tight around his shoulders, sinking my teeth into the strong, corded muscle of his throat.