Touch On Manwha Novels & Stories

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.

Lam replied this time. Mane was surprised by the strength of the metallic string. His sharp eyes could see that the seemingly weak string had created a chip on Vital Orange’s axe. Mane put more power into the arm holding the axe and pushed down on the string. His action forced the struggling Black Hand onto his knees. Black Hand knew he made a mistake when Mane increased his power. He thought he could block the attack and push Mane off, but he had grossly underestimated the strength of Mane’s arm. He smiled bitterly for he realised that his chances of winning now were next to 0. Suddenly, Mane let go of the axe, a move that stunned Black Hand. Then before Black Hand could recover, Mane slapp

Luna’s body tingled as the man’s fingers traced her bare shoulders. His husky whisper sent shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard, her throat tight and dry, her tongue too numb to utter a word. His touch made her insides twist and turn, as if every part of her was fighting against the sensations. The man kissed her shoulders gently. “Relax, Luna. I’ll make your first time unforgettable.” Luna’s face was pale and tense as she watched his hands move boldly to her breasts. His touch sent electric shocks through her body. She winced, a soft moan escaping her lips.

A series picture of a woman dressed up in summer dress captured his eyes with a single line underneath. “Your next to-be muse. Manuel Nuevo…” He curved a wide smile and nodded in satisfaction. Next, his fingers dance on the smartphone, pushed a button on a specific name at it, and waiting patiently until someone picked up his call. ………………………………………………………………………

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

Jean scratched her wrist where the man touched her, then bit her lip until it drained blood. Chanyeol immediately stopped Jean. "Look at me, Je." "It smells sticky, Chan." Jean jabbed the skin of her right wrist with her nails. "Je." Chanyeol stomped Jean's shoulder to wake up. Jean blankly looked at Chanyeol's face. "Where did he touch you?" Chanyeol asked. Jean didn't answer. Chanyeol took Jean's hands. "Did he touch you here?" Chanyeol asked. Jean nodded weakly.

Alicia was aware, suddenly, of how close he'd leaned, of the warmth of his hand around hers, of the particular, careful way his eyes had moved to her mouth and then, almost guiltily, back up to her eyes, as if he'd caught himself doing something he hadn't given himself permission to do. "Roberto," she said, and her voice had gone softer than she meant it to. "I know." He didn't move away. If anything, he leaned a fraction closer, close enough that she could see the small, unguarded uncertainty flickering behind his usual composure. A man who had spent eleven years building walls around every possible point of contact with another human being, now sitting three inches from a woman whose touch

She slowly opened her eyes, the light of the electric bulb causing Luna to close her eyes again. “Did you hear what we said?” A man with a tall and sturdy build spoke up. His face kindly looked at Luna and smiled, "Do you feel the pain when I touch your body?" Luna nodded slightly, she really felt pain when the man touched her body. Her whole body ached, Luna looked at the man with a face that was both painful and confusing.

**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.** Harin was mesmerized by the young man's smile. It wasn't just a smile; it was a radiant, almost ethereal curve of light that seemed to rewrite the very air around them. He watched, transfixed, as the man, whom he later learned was called Twister, took his right hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. Twister began to massage the palm slowly, deliberately, as if imbuing it with a sense of reassurance, a silent promise of something Harin couldn't quite grasp.

Manuela's POV I slid my fingers over the first button of his shirt and undid it, moving to the next one, then another, until they were all open. I moved back slightly to pull at the shirt and settled back onto his lap, then held both sides of the shirt and opened it, revealing his entire chest. I noticed his breathing change as I slowly placed my hand on his chest, touching his skin, and glided my hands down his chest, moving over his toned abdomen with its defined six-pack, his muscles firm and well-defined.