Touched By Vast Novels & Stories

I've been thinking about Alpha Xavier all day. I can't stop. It's as if he put a spell on me, and I can hardly focus at work because of it. And his touch... Oh, his touch is like an electric current coursing through my veins. It's as if his hands have their own magic, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. The way his fingers graze my skin sends shivers down my spine, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

Maybe it’s just in my mind, but the only thing I feel as his hand touches my upper arm is sparks. No sizzling, no burning.

“You’re so beautiful.” She sat up and unbuttoned my white shirt, then slid her fingers across my hard, muscled chest and explored the ripples in my abs. “You are magnificent,” she said, running her hands along my sculpted body. “But you know what I love most about you?” I shook my head, so turned on by her touch that I could hardly speak. She then placed her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “You. Your heart. That’s what I love the most about you.”

With every touch, she was breaking down barriers, unlocking doors that had long been sealed shut. Carver's mind was a whirlwind of emotion. He was overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, the way Ava's touch seemed to reach into the very core of him and heal wounds he hadn't even known were there. She continued exploring his cock with her tongue, his body with her hands, until he exploded in her mouth. This was not just a physical connection; it was a spiritual one. A communion of two souls that transcended the ordinary.

If only they would agree to give it a try. Lola and her ex were at the farther end of the hall. His hands were all over her body as she swayed and moved her hips against him. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied look rested on her face. I’ve always wondered how that felt; being touched by a guy I liked and having his hands all over me. I’ve never been that close to a guy before. My gaze shifted to the other corner of the room and my breath hitched in my throat when my eyes locked with the most intense dark brown eyes ever. Everything ceased to exist in my world as his eyes bored into mine. Right now, it was just me and him.

His inhuman aggressiveness on them turned them like this. Her eyes again blazed up with their tears when she remembered him touching her in that forbidden way. Her whole being was quivering in rage but the thing which terrified her most was that his touch was still lingering on those parts of her body where he had touched her and to her horror, she was not feeling disgusted about it. Her body was far away from feeling disgusted after getting touched by him. How pathetic was she?

Not to mention the enchanting smile the princess just gave him. For unknown reasons, the iron-hearted Aldous's general turned soft like a bar of metal heated in a sword forge, ready to melt if not hardened under cold water. Although it was just a mere contact that didn't even involve direct skinship, it still made his heart palpitate off the beat. The touch of fabric, though swift, was more powerful than a lightning strike, for it shook Garry's whole body inside out.

“Lady Vastria, you may be a creature just like us, but that does not make you a monster. What happened this morning was an accident. No one could possibly have known it would happen.” “I guess you are right, but the thing is….” Vastria froze. “I was captivated in the aftermath.” She looked to the maid bewildered. “I wanted to touch all the corpses and prod them. It made me curious. I had lost the thought of the bodies being someone. I thought of the bodies and the ripped pieces as things.” The maid pat Vastria on the head smiling, “Lady Vastria, you have been through a lot. It is natural that it has left a great affect to you.”

Their touch was like a drug, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me craving for more. As their hands roamed over my body, I felt a sense of vulnerability that was both thrilling and frightening. But at the same time, I knew that I could trust them completely. As Kazimir's gentle and loving touch sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't help but compare it with Kallum's urgent and demanding touch. Kazimir's touch was like a caress, each movement deliberate and careful, as if he was trying to memorize every curve and contour of my body. But Kallum's touch was wild and unrestrained as if he couldn't get enough of me. For a moment, we were lost in our own world, oblivious to everything else