Touch On Manwha

After getting drunk at a wedding party, Summer Hart had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. We'll divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me—not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. 'Holding hands? Dream on.' After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Mark Valentine?" "Shame? What is shame?"

I was the Luna who gave my Alpha everything—my heart, my loyalty, my dignity. Ethan repaid me by bedding she-wolf after she-wolf, while our mate bond slowly poisoned what was left of my soul. When he suggested we "play the field separately," I finally broke. I found Cameron, a young Alpha whose gentle touch healed every wound Ethan carved into me. Now I've slipped Ethan the Moonbreak Herb to sever our bond forever. Thirty days, and I'll be free. But Ethan never bothered to ask what I gave him to drink—he was too busy running to his latest omega. He has no idea that when the moon breaks, so will we. And by then, it'll be too late for regrets.

Living alone in the forest; away from the kingdom where a ruthless king was wrecking havoc, Frore was at peace. When one day, an injured Greek-God handsome man knocked at her small door and turned her world upside down. Being close and alone with a man like him was a little...difficult than she originally thought as he was hellbound on seducing her and show her the new world of LOVE and LUST. His touch that ignited fire throughout her frozen veins and his intense stares that made her clench her thighs together with an unfamiliar feeling, drove her to near insanity. What naive Frore failed to understand was, nothing happens without a reason in this world and his reason of invading her personal space and heart might be something she would have never even imagined.

With him she is wild; and with her, he is tamed. Roxette Bennett wanted revenge. What she found was passion, obsession, danger... and a love that could destroy them both. She fell first but he fell hard. “Do you like this, baby?” he whispers, brushing his thumb across my hardened nipple, dragging circles over my stomach as my body melts. I bit down on my lip, and a small whimper escapes, feeling a burning sting at the center between my legs. “Oh no Baby, I love your beautiful moans but I will need your full permission. I can’t go further unless you say it,” he breathes, his possessive gaze locked on mine I swallowed. “Please, touch me” I breathe, feeling an aching need for this man. Then a dark growl, “How?” “Anyhow you want to, Daddy.” She’s young, curious, and just 22. He’s 39—intense and a very powerful man.She wanted control--until he took it. After her boyfriend is killed in a hit-and-run, Roxette Bennett is shattered—until she meets the driver, Sarah McLain, a powerful law professor living her best life without any guilt. Roxy wants revenge. She transfers to Gould University to destroy Sarah the only way she knows how—by seducing her cold, brilliant husband, billionaire attorney Aaron West. But Aaron is no pawn—he’s a storm. And once Roxy steps into his world, she can’t escape. Every kiss is a lie. Every touch, a betrayal. And every moment with him pulls her deeper into the fire. And yet, neither of them can walk away. Then there's Nick—wealthy, kind, and everything Aaron isn’t. He offers her safety. Peace and a way out. But when a devastating secret about her late boyfriend and an unexpected pregnancy surface, Roxy must choose: Revenge,love or freedom?

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

Amanda Lemaiyan is an heiress with a problem: when she gets back from a short vacation after breaking off her engagement to her cheating ex, she realises that the strange man she slept with at the resort is the new CEO of her company. The problem? He is the replacement of her ex, who used her to rise the ranks of her family's conglomerate. She knows what to do—forget she ever slept with the man and not give him a chance to play her like her ex did. But will her plan work when she can't help recalling how good it felt being in his arms? Especially when he seems hell-bent on getting her back into his bed... Can she give in to the temptation when she risks losing her place in her family's conglomerate if she's caught in another scandal with another CEO? *** His fingertips brushed her wet, soft folds. He pushed his middle finger into her, drew back slowly, then added his index finger. Amanda's breath came in a rush. She stopped their kiss and whispered, "Fuck me already." Oh, he was going to. After he made her tell him what he wanted to hear. "Do you want me inside you that bad?" "You know I do." With the way she was moving her hips? Yeah, he knew. "Last night, when you went home, did you think of me?" "Yes." "Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?" "Lucas," she whined, one hand grabbing his and urging him to go faster. "Tell me and I'll give you what you want." "Yes. Since the resort, you're the only one I think about when I touch myself." "You're the only one I've thought about, too, since we were together. And I've thought about you a lot."

WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!! Excerpt; "Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him. Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity. "You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie. And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public. Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild. "Can you… stay… just one more night?" He hesitated. And she saw it, the guilt and pull. "You know how this—" Something made him stop mid-sentence. His gaze dropped. One sharp breath, and he was staring at her peaked nipple like it was a commandment. "Please?" she breathed, arching toward him. With a low growl, he tossed her back on the bed because he had been starved, and he was ready to devour his Penguin. ... Poppy never had a chance to be the golden girl. Not with a cruel stepmother, and a father who forgot she even existed. Penelope was given everything that belonged to Poppy. Now Penny's prize? A diamond ring—a wedding to Alanis Caelum, Velmora's most powerful billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly magnetic. To everyone but Poppy. Because before he became Penny’s perfect fiancé, he belonged to Poppy—in the dark, in secret, in sin. He knows her body like a weapon. He calls her Penguin with a growl that makes her knees buckle. And when he’s inside her, he forgets who he's supposed to love. She had him wrapped so tight, he forgot the world.

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."

"Boss.. Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" A drop of tear fell from Amour's eyes. •••• Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession? Will Amour ever escape from his déadly clutches? Or not? What if there's more to it than what meets the eye?

Caught between a best friend’s betrayal, a man who awakens desires she can’t control and the husband she promised forever, she finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where the lines between love and loyalty blur. Meet Ava Moore, an elegant businesswoman who had it all. The power, the house, the beauty, heck! The corner office as CEO of TMPInc. Until one reckless night that shattered everything… One forbidden touch turned into nights of fiery love making in tangled sheets, where passion and sweat mixed and desires that knew no boundaries refused to be silenced. As her world crumbles in her face, she must make a choice. Would she choose passion and desire over love and respect or risk losing everything she’s worked so hard to build?