Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Forcing herself not to disappoint Nick who had invited her to see his pet tiger. Nick discouraged her. "Good idea," he said. "Give me your hand." Even though still feeling very scared Vanilla let go of one arm around Nick's neck to touch one of the tigers, her hand shaking. "You're really scared." Nick felt Vanilla's trembling hand and felt cold. "Don't push yourself." "I'm brave," Vanilla said quickly in a firm tone. "I'm serious, I'm brave." Nick chuckled. "Alright, you're brave. But, can you move a little?"

"You know what? The moment I saw that divorce agreement, it felt like someone had punched a hole through my heart. I really can't leave you." I glared at him, squishing his lips together. "You have some nerve saying that! What other couple goes this long without intimacy? I tried to do it with you so many times, yet you absolutely refused to touch me! "I thought you still had feelings for that first love of yours and hated me! That's why I got so angry and had that divorce agreement drafted." Richard's arms gradually tightened around me. His breathing quickened as he spoke. "It's my fault, Valeria. Don't be angry. You're the only one in my heart. That woman you know about is nothing but a ba

Don't cry. I want to comfort him. I want to take away his pain because his pain is my pain. We are both broken toys in a game we didn't choose. I raise my hand. I reach for the stone ceiling. I stop. If I make a sound... he will find me. And if he finds me, he will take me back. He will lock me in the room with the silk sheets. He will love me until I suffocate. He can't help it. It is his nature. He is a Vitale. He consumes what he loves.

“Beg for us to ruin you.” I’m sobbing now, my body a mess of need and pain. “Please,” I whisper, my voice raw. “More. Ruin me.” Their laughter is dark, twisted. Then the vibrator is back, pressing against my clit as Vale’s fingers shove inside my pussy, his thumb pressing against the plug in my ass. They work me ruthlessly, their touches brutal and hard. My orgasm crashes over me, forced out of me by their cruel hands, my body convulsing as I scream.

“Injure you, you say? I think we are almost going to do that if you continue.” Moreover, I'm tired. And that's saying something coming from a vampire who's supposed to have the stamina of a hundred men. But a vampire can also be tired if he has been having sex non-stop for a week now. The only time I'm exempted is during meals or when I go to meetings. Aside from those, Star doesn't allow me to rest, not one minute. It was as if the pregnancy Possessed her, and made her insatiable. It's the only thing she seems to want to do all the time.

The nursery smelled of ozone and the metallic tang of dried blood from the previous night's slaughter. "He won't take the bottle. He won't take anything," Victor spat, pacing the length of the room. His boots crunched on fallen plaster. Every few seconds, he rubbed his temples, his jaw tight enough to snap. "Zack said the vitals are fine, but the temperature... he’s dropping, Elodie. He’s freezing from the inside out." "He’s starving, Victor! Can’t you see it? Ahh! Look at his hands."

Adrian’s car waited near the corner, doors open. They were almost there when Mrs. Vale stopped. Marcus shoved her. “Move.” She looked at Lucas and smiled sadly. “Ask him about Facility N-17.” Then she stepped backward into the road just as a black van screeched beside them. Hands grabbed her from the open door. Adrian lunged, but the van sped away, swallowing her into the rain. Lucas stood frozen, box in his arms. Facility N-17. The scar under his ribs began to burn.

“She is so very dumb… complete fool… too stupid to ever figure out what I am planning… desperate whore…” I listened to every word. Each insult felt like a fresh cut. I had loved this man. I had stayed loyal to him for ten years while my body starved for touch. I had cried alone at night feeling ugly and worthless. And all that time, he had been mocking me. Planning to throw me away like garbage.

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

The risk made everything hotter. Victor reached around with his other hand and roughly squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple while his fingers continued destroying my pussy. “You like teasing me while your mom is home?” he growled, adding a fourth finger. The stretch burned deliciously. “Now you’re going to take what you asked for.” I was moaning softly, pushing back against his hand like a whore. The sauce on the stove started bubbling too aggressively, but neither of us cared. Victor kept pounding me with his fingers, his palm slapping against my clit with every thrust.