Touch Starved

"You want to know what turns me on?" "What?" I moaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my body. "You" he whispered against my skin. "the way you shiver under my touch" he pressed further into my body. "The way you moan out my name" I felt him kiss the back of my ears. "Your scars" I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. "Every little and fucking big thing about you,princess" he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn't heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him. _____ Maya wanted nothing but peace and for all of the bullying to stop. She had a wish for the moon goddess, too, to meet her parents and ask why she was abandoned at birth. Maya was dumped at birth to a pack who had no idea who her parents were; She was raised in the monastery by the nuns who worshipped something else instead of the moon goddess. When the Alpha dies in war, things take a dark turn for everyone in the monastery, including Maya. The bullying started, and became intense when Maya clocked twenty. An attempt to escape from her pack delivers her into the Royal Pack and straight into her mate's hands. Maybe Maya would be able to find happiness at last and freedom too. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Maya; things are about to get real messy.

“Alright, thank you. Mrs. Andres… Or should I call you, Ms. Santos?” Anim na taon silang kasal, ngunit kahit minsan ay hindi naramdaman ni Lorain na minahal siya ng lalaki. Ngayon na napirmahan na niya ang divorce paper na nais ng asawa, pinili niyang lumayo. Pero paano kung sa pagbalik niya sa pilipinas ay muli silang magkita? “How dare you to touch my wife?” Mariin na sabi ni Jake sa lalaking kahalikan ni Lorain sa bar. Pagak na napatawa si Lorain,asawa… Wala akong asawa.

Robin leaned close to my ears and whispered the words that only made me stiff and froze my heart. He leans back but while doing so, his lips brushed against mine and a smile escaped his lips, he left my chin and walked away whistling to himself. I just couldn’t move, the touch of his lips that were on mine yet again clouded my mind and the words he whispered in my ears just kept on resounding as silence filled the air where I stood, only the words he had just said arrogantly, yet sweetly, played on in my head. You belong to me and no one else!

After being hurt by the two people she trusts the most, a one night stand seemed like the best option at the moment. Champagne has a lot going on to let anyone else in her life, but her emotions for the stranger keeping getting so intense for her to control. After that one night stand she never thought of seeing him again until he starts to figure out ways of being in her view. She doesn't want him on the outside but on the inside she's desperate to feel his touch again. What if his nothing like what she thought but far more dangerous than her troubles

Love me or hate me, either way I will fuck you every night. You my mate **** I was trembling The fact that he had taken ownership of me and forced me to lay here with him was repulsive. I tried to pull away but he quickly grabbed me again. "Don't tell me not to touch what's mine again , you get a pass because of the day you have had but don't forget it that fucking you is all about me ,once l change my mind you will receive it hard",He growled while pulling me more to him. *THE ALPHA'S Desires*

Kazia is taken in as a slave by Murad, a notorious Lycan king, who ends up getting obsessed with a helpless Kazia and forces her to be his newest pet. He brands her with his initials that gives him ownership over her and Kazia believes she'd never find a way out of her misery until she meets another Lycan king, Kavan, who turns out to be her mate. The unspoken rule of the Lycan Kings of the seven kingdoms was that none of them were allowed to touch or admire each other's branded pets. Will Kavan keep to this rule and abandon his mate or is he willing to go against the norms for the freedom of his mate?

"Then, Alpha Loki Blackwood, I, Arianna Terrence, reject you as my mate and break the mating bond." Loki’s wolf howled in agony, but rejecting fate doesn’t mean escaping it. Arianna had her future planned until one touch shattered everything. At her engagement party, she feels an irresistible pull toward a mysterious man… only to discover he’s Loki, her fiancé’s best friend and her fated mate. Forced into a realm of danger and desire, Arianna must choose: the man she promised or the one destiny demands. But when secrets unravel, will her rejection save her or doom her forever?

There isn't a single ounce of fear projecting off him as he stands in front of me, his extreme level of authority practically radiating throughout the room. "If you touch her again, the next bullet I shoot will go right through your head. Comprendere?" He warns, and the threat is clear as the eyes of many people around us widen and get scared. .................................... Lula has always liked the idea of capturing memories and moments that will last forever. You can take a picture and know that it will last at least as long as the people in it, if not longer. That is, until she takes a picture of something by accident that will make her regret that one innocent click over and over.

He slammed into her, harder, deeper, each thrust stealing her breath. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, voice rough with need. She trembled beneath him, gasping, “Please… don’t stop. I need you harder.” His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. One night fueled by hunger and surrender where every whispered command and aching plea pulled them deeper into a dangerous game of craving, control, and obsession… and every touch burned hotter than the last. ️ This story contains explicit, intense sexual scenes, raw passion, and dark romance. Strictly 18+. Read at your own risk.

. "Shhh, Daddy won't know," Lucas whispered, his hands tracing my thighs as the silk of my robe slid away. My husband bought the robe, but it was his son's touch that made me tremble. "Stop... Stop, Lucas," I said, but my body betrayed me, already dripping with a need I'd buried for years. I was about to make out with a 23-year-old boy, in the home his father paid for. The air was thick with secrets, my guilt a sharp perfume beneath his clean, dangerous scent. This wasn't fixing him anymore. This was him breaking me open, and God help me, I was begging for the crash.