Touched Novel Novels & Stories

She walked back to her desk, regretting why he had to show up and why she had to let him touch her, now her once peaceful body is on fire, begging for a touch and not just any touch but a man's touch, his touch. She touched her boobs which he had fondled and she wanted more, wanted him to touch her more. It's been so long but the thing is, he is the only man she had let to touch her, she finds going to another really difficult. She climbed on her stool and picked up her book, determined to forget about his touch just now and just like she said, she has to find someone better or die alo

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.

Touched by a Vampire Eternally Yours, #1 By: Sophie Slade *** Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~Henry Van Dyke Prologue

And I had no other option but to penetrate her. It was quickly in because my cock was already wet with her saliva. The girl cried out but bit her lip to stifle more of her cries. But I knew I had to go on or it would be my own head that'd come off. I began to thrust in and out. Elias Thorne sighed in content, then said, "Yes, yes. Keep going. Harder." I went harder. "Harder," he pressurized. Honestly, I was doing my best. The girl didn't look like she was enjoying it and I wondered if it was her first time. Her fingers dug into her knees and I saw blood.

Cosima who'd just come from the study asked. Xenia thought she must have put away that old book that she saw her bestie reading. She knew such books spoke about the history of the werewolves and also some mysteries. She wasn't interested in them from the start as they were too boring. "My mom... she made me eat rubbish food." "What? But that's impossible!" Cosima exclaimed. In all the years she's known Emma Anderson, she'd never looked twice at a blemished ingredient! "None of the ingredients had spots," Xenia affirmed.

Sweat, heat, moans, whispered names, forbidden touches—all tangled together in the chaos of desire and risk. Noah gasped, collapsing into him, chest pressed against chest, hearts hammering, bodies slick, trembling. The cafeteria continued around them, oblivious to the fire they’d just unleashed, the risk they’d danced with, the bold, filthy defiance that had finally given Noah a taste of power—and left them both aching for more.

"You beast! I can’t imagine how my daughter survived these three years with you!" My mother held me as she apologized, then turned to argue with Mrs. Grant, "You said the filthy cheater should leave with nothing. Honestly, that’s the first decent thing you’ve said!" Mrs. Grant tipped her chin up shamelessly. "Absolutely not! What about Lauren sleeping with so many men? Besides, what successful man doesn’t have a confidante? And those things Nora said could’ve been just jokes. Just because she said it… does that mean it really happened?"

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

“I was diagnosed after my suicide because I didn’t want people to touch me... In my mind, I was scared of what people could do to me every time I saw their hands reaching out to me. It didn’t matter if they had the intentions or not to harm me; in my head I just imagine them hurting me.” “Is it because someone touched you wrongfully that you build a barrier between you and everyone?” She questioned. “Yes. I mean, it feels a little different now, but there are times that I get taken aback when I let my guard down.” I told her as I shifted a little in my seat feeling a bit uncomfortable. “It used to happen a lot before moving here where I confused people’s movement because I think they’ll do s

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.