Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Reaper was practically leaving more bruises that would be impossible to hide tomorrow. “Sensitive everywhere now, aren’t you?” he taunted harshly. “The shit the doc gave it made you into a perfect fucktoy. Every touch, every bite.. you feel it all, don’t you? Bitch ” I shook my head wildly trying to deny it. Even as another moan tore from my throat. “Bastard… I hate you… ahh.. fuck!” He laughed and slammed into me harder One of his hands left my hip and found my swollen breast. He pinched and twisted my aching nipples until I was sobbing

Vincenzo slowly cut off his stomach after chopping off his fingers, who dared to touch his wife. "K-Kill m-mee." Devis managed to speak but breathed slowly. "Beg for it, but you won't get it. I'll torture the living hell out of you." Devis passed out, but Vincenzo wasn't over with it until he tortured his body thoroughly. He was drained with blood all over his body as he breathed harshly. His eyes were bloodshot. He wasn't himself but a starved monster out for blood.

Devoured. His head lowered, and he tasted one of those berries. She gasped as his mouth touched her bare chest, excitement coursing through her entire being. The fear she once felt vanished; she was now craving more. While his mouth explored her breasts, his hand worked magic inside her, opening her, thrusting inside her. With each movement, Grace gasped hard. His fingers eased out of her, replaced by his shaft—shocking, large, too intimate. Then, the fear returned once again.

Katrina bit her lower lip in frustration, looking pitiful and wronged, like someone who had been bullied, which naturally tugged at people's hearts. Damien, hearing Serena's words, remained expressionless. He felt like this little fox was using him again. "Mr. Kade, it's time for dinner..."

It was rare to see the boss in action but they knew any better than to oppose them as he worked miraculous wonders on the woman he loved Compared to Skylar Vivie was badly turned. The t-shirt she was wearing had stuck to her back due to the several burns she suffered. The sight of it broke Victor's heart. He hated seeing her in such a condition but he knew what to do. He wasn't going to fail and lose someone who meant the world to him. Seeing her lying on a hospital bed, her body covered in burns and bruises. The sight of the white T-shirt nearly burned and stuck to her body sickened him especially the machines and tubes connected to her made his heart race painfully

With both men walking behind me, offering silent support, I made my way back to the living room, unsure of what the rest of the night would hold. I made my way back to the living room, feeling somewhat unsteady on my feet, both men hovered protectively behind me, their presence offering a sense of security in my vulnerable state. Suddenly, I found myself being pulled into Hunter's lap, much to my dismay. Despite my feeble protests, he proceeded to spoon-feed me once again, his actions both comforting and unnerving. Hungry and weary, I lacked the strength to resist their caring gestures, even as my head throbbed with a dull ache.

Yet, the sophomore failed to realise how oddly the toy was behaving. According to the instruction manual, there were only ten strength controls for the bullet vibrators. Yet, Cassie’s constant spamming for more intensity did not reach a limit. Whatever she was experiencing now surpassed what she experienced the first time with the smallest bullet vibrator. Yet, the titillated woman was so lost in her throes of pleasure, pursuing greater heights that she failed to notice it.

He floated down, supported by tendrils of red biomass, looking like a dark angel descending from a meat-heaven. "Instructor," Valerius said smoothly. He landed on the grand piano, crushing it. "You look tired. Go back to sleep." "Answer me!" Kael raised the revolver. "Did you drain them? Did you eat your own kin?" Valerius sighed. He picked a piece of lint off his mutated, armored shoulder. "Kin?" Valerius sneered. "They are calories, old man. A King does not apologize for eating the flock to sustain his strength. It is the natural order."

Wee had always been obsessed with her body—especially the way her peaks hardened beneath his touch. The harder he pushed, the more she spiraled into a haze of pleasure. Star had to stand on her tiptoes, trying to find some reprieve from the overwhelming fullness of him, but the possessive man behind her wouldn't let her escape. "Where do you think you're going?" Wee whispered, his pace never faltering. Her body tightened, shudders of release wracking her frame long before he reached his own peak. Star gasped for air, a sudden flash of worry piercing through her pleasure-fogged brain—was this too much? Would this hurt the baby?

he said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register. He reached out, his large hand closing around my upper arm. His thumb and forefinger nearly met around my bicep. His jaw tightened, a muscle leaping in his cheek. "You’re malnourished, Veda. You’re skin and bone." "I'm fine," I said, trying to pull away, but his grip was a velvet shackle.