Touching The Untouchable
Get wrapped up in a passionate romance about a young woman’s struggle to understand love. Enjoy this short excerpt.
The wind blows through her tresses and fragrant flowers surround her as the evening sun radiates off her golden-brown skin. An elegant off-white wedding dress, with intricate designs, fits snug against her hourglass shape, drifting off into a wave of shimmering fabric.
By the look on her face, one can hardly believe this is the happiest day of her life.
“Can I get you anything?” He steps onto the balcony. The wind hits him with her fragrance, and his temperature rises. It takes all his strength to hold himself back from taking her, right there on the ledge.
“No, I’m just going to call and see how my mom is doing.” She moves past him, careful not to graze any part of her body against his.
She makes the call, anxious to hear any reputable news. Greeted by her mother’s nurse, she is unable to speak, directly, with her mother. The nurse informs her of the less-than-settling news. “Okay, please call me any time, for anything. Promise me?”
The nurse, reluctantly, agrees.
“Sweetie, it’s your wedding night, your mother will be fine.”
“I just want to know if anything changes, good or bad.”
“Alright, now go and enjoy that beautiful hunk. Don’t call me, I will call you.” The nurse ends the call, without accepting another word.
She stays on the line a bit longer, creating a facade, in an attempt to avoid her new husband’s alluring stare. However, the loud, repetitive tone blares in her ear while blood rushes to her cheeks, displaying an embarrassing red glow.
“Is everything alright?” He is longing for an excuse to hold her.
“Ah, everything is fine, for now.” She places the phone back onto its receiver.
“I will not request anything of you tonight.” He comes to a stand behind her.
“You will not request anything of me, ever!” The words leave her mouth, with bitter rage, as she turns to face him.
Swiftly, he pins her against the wall of their penthouse suite. His thigh forces her legs apart as he presses against her. “It is taking everything I have not to rip that dress off and devour you. Please, do not test my temper, as well.”
Was it her plump, quivering lips or the sensation of ample breasts pressing against his firm chest? Tobias Cavanaugh holds an unfathomable passion for Azura Hanson. To say she is beautiful would be too vague. Words cannot describe the beauty her being carries.
Her chest heaves up and down, the pressure becoming too much as her lungs fight for air.
“This is an arrangement. I was not given the opportunity to search out a more pleasing option.” She pushes on his broad chest, swiftly concealing the quiver shooting through her as she admires the feel of his flesh under her fingertips.
“We both know the situation. Although I’m grateful for all you’re willing to do for my mother, I will not be your sex slave.”
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