Can I Touch Your Heart Novels & Stories

Slowly,I guide my hand to her chest and place it over her left breast. “ Am I the only one hearing that? The sound of your heart calling out to mine?” I breathe out the words. My other hand creeps insíde her blouse and I caress her stomach. “ Does your body crave my touch, Chloe? Does something inside scream for more? More of me,of this obsession I have for you? Of this burning passion I want to pour all over you until you are all covered with it, until the only thing you can think about is me? My touch?

Cameron was standing outside Marissa’s door, trying to build the courage to ring the doorbell. After a deep breath, when he was about to touch the bell, someone called from behind, causing him to have a mini heart attack. “Cameron,” “Fuck! Marissa, you scared the shit out of me.” He exclaimed loudly, one hand on his heart and breathing deeply. “I am sorry, but why are you standing outside my door?” She asked him curiously. Today, Marissa was late coming home as she had to run to the grocery store, so it was unusual for her to see her student uncle standing in front of her doorstep in all his glory.

"I know, baby. But I need—God, I need to touch you. To remind myself that you're real, that you're mine, that they can't take you away from me." His mouth found the pulse point at the base of my throat, and he sucked gently, hard enough to mark but not hard enough to hurt. The sensation sent electricity racing straight to my core. My hands moved of their own accord, sliding inside his jacket to feel the solid warmth of his chest through his shirt. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. "Right here?" I asked breathlessly, even as my body arched into his touch.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

My hands hover over his frame, shame and sadness fighting within me. There was a clamp around my heart. Cranking tighter and tighter. "Hey, hey. It's okay," he says, nudging my chin. I lift my eyes to his and he looks at me with so much affection that I feel myself tearing up. "I'm just a little bruised up, you aren't hurting me. I want you to touch me." He lifts my hands from my lap, where they had fallen, to his shoulders. "Touch me, baby. You make it hurt less."

And I practically purr, sitting back on my heels and butting into his touch. "Sweetheart." He's strained again. "Are you sure? Some girls don't like it." I smooth my palms up his thighs and pluck at his waistband. "Only one way to find out." "Attagirl," he grins.

He felt his heartbeat, fast and loud. So you feel something when I touch you, huh?

The dress felt a bit too bold and wild for my taste, but I was willing to step out of my comfort zone for Henry. It was too late to try anything tonight, though. Henry was probably fast asleep. I would have to wait until tomorrow. In the midst of a dreamy haze, I half-opened my eyes. There was Henry, right by my bed, gently stroking my cheek. His touch sent my head spinning, igniting a fire within me. As his fingers brushed past my lips, I could not resist and took them into my mouth. To my surprise, Henry did not pull away. Instead, he gazed down at me with a look of pure adoration. "You like that?"

She was frozen there, left to stare at him as she feels his touch. “You’re like a candy I can’t have. You make my heart ache, baby.”

Chapter 59. Heartless That passionate kiss continued, Doris seemed to be absorbed in Riffen's guidance, her heart was recalling the good memories with him, the kiss on the beach, the kiss in the dark, all of it. etched in Doris' memory. - Riffen, what should I do? I can't go on like this. Riffen seemed to be completely immersed in their love, he wanted to master this passionate kiss, the more he wanted to lead her, draw her into this kiss.