Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

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.

Suddenly, the temperature in the grand dining room dropped twenty degrees. The low, rumbling growl that tore from Alpha Varg’s throat didn't just rattle the silverware, it made the entire domestic staff lining the perimeter walls instantly lower their heads in blind, submissive terror. The sovereign’s dominant alpha aura flared to life with a fierce, unyielding velocity, expanding across the marble slab like a physical shockwave.

Stars. I’m seeing, feeling, stars. I’m one with them actually. It’s been years, plus Ivan is huge. So it hurts when he pushes himself inside me. The pain quickly clears, but my head is still spinning. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he asks through clenched teeth, I groan in pleasure. “Of course it hurts, you’re built like that.” “Shit,” he tries to pull out of me, I catch his arm quickly. His eyes are coals burning with desire.

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

Satish asked, caressing her hand over his bulge. Maria hesitated momentarily, her desire mirrored in her eyes, before slowly giving in to his request. She gently pressed her hand against his bulge with a teasing smile, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch. Satish's grip tightened on her hand as he guided her movements. She traced the outline of his hardness, feeling the weight of his need pressing against her palm, his fingers tightening around hers in a silent plea for more. She pulled her grip on him, revelling in how he responded to her touch.

Valerie was extremely tired as her tired breaking voice, her whimpers, cries in hurtness from his domination, the rattle of the table, and the slaps of his skin hitting hers so steady and grinding; could be only heard in the torture room. She could hardly breath, But Lord Storm wasn't seeing this, it was as though he just started his totalitarian domination and all she had felt was only a warm up, she was exhausted, in severe pains, and warm tears crept from her eyes.

Also, the thunderstorms covered up for them. Once they were done, Theo cleaned Jeevika first as she was so exhausted yet glaring at him cutely for troubling her brutally. Indeed Theo acted like a starved beast with her. A poor prey and hungry predator. Jeevika was about to move to the end of the bed but Theo pulled her into his arms and said " There's no escape now, my little woman *forehead kiss* "

POV: Viggo He had seen biological cessation a thousand times. He had never seen the end of a pulse look so much like a state of total cellular equilibrium. I pushed my palms against the grit of the courtyard. My arms shook. Every muscle fiber in my triceps spasmed, a series of rapid, involuntary twitches. The drain from the Devourer had depleted my glycogen stores; my skin felt cold, leached of its normal heat, turning a necrotic grey.

that sought to drain the color from anything they touched. "They want our Definition," Julian realized, his silver light the only thing illuminating the grey waste. "They’re 'Data-Starved'." Elara stepped onto the grey ice. She felt the "Low-Res" fog trying to blur her hands, trying to turn her golden eyes into grey ash. "Then let’s give them a High-Definition lesson," Elara growled. "Drop the puck."

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Stretch?" I shook my head. "Words, sweetcheeks," Tag bit out. My body liquified at his hard bark. Tove groaned. He reached out a hand, slid a finger through the wetness at the opening of my body. "I'm going to taste your cream, Hols. You cream for us so good, baby." He raised his fingers to his mouth, lapped up the moisture. My body tightened again. "I'm going to spank your pussy." I moaned low in my throat.