Can't Stop That Feeling Novels & Stories

Murmur against the skin of my neck. Oh, I think I know what that is. I know it's not a specific place, but he said it felt great to be there. I want to be there. "Listen. . . when you get to this point, don't stop, okay?" "Mmhm. . ." I pronounce, in a voice thread. "You just go on, even if you feel you can't do it anymore" I'm feeling just that. I can't take it anymore, the itch I'm feeling is unbearable.

“Sienna… don’t.” “Then stop me,” she said, voice steady, even though she felt like she was shaking from the inside out. “If you don’t want this. If you don’t feel this. Stop me.” His throat bobbed. His chest rose in a slow, tortured breath. “I can’t stop you,” he admitted. “Then don’t try.”

And the worst part? I don’t want it to stop.

Shallower. Faster. “I can’t—” he said. “Yes, you can,” I said quickly. “You’re fine. You’re fine.” “No,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “It’s starting.” Fear hit me full force. “No,” I said. “No, no, no, we stop it. How do we stop it?” I looked at Kade. “Tell me how to stop it,” I demanded. He didn’t answer. “Tell me!” I shouted.

LUCA I COULDN'T STOP IT—staring at the spot she had been. I felt a cold shiver run through me as I tried to shake off the unsettling thoughts that kept circling in my mind. Why? Why did it feel like something had been ripped away the moment she left my side? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. It was like a part of me had vanished when she walked away, and no matter how much I tried to distract myself, it wouldn’t go away.

“Not until you tell me what’s happening.” The bond pulsed again. Stronger this time. And with it— That same faint brush of emotion. Concern. Focused entirely on me. It made my chest twist. “No,” I whispered, backing up another step. “No, stop—” “Stop what?” “This,” I choked out, pressing a hand against my chest. “This feeling—this… this—” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t form the word. Because saying it would make it real. And I wasn’t ready for that.

What am I feeling? He could’ve kissed me, why didn’t he? Because he’s scared of his brother? No, that’s not it. Then, what? Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. ‘I can’t,' I can’t stop thinking about it. Calm down, Grace. “Just stop… stop it……….” Don’t think about it, nothing happened. There’s nothing as powerful as me, not even the one sitting up there watching me burn. People couldn’t break me, and they won’t until I give them the right and no one is going to steal that right from me.

Colton continued to speak down at me and I could feel my heart tighten as the feelings of the original Aurelia appeared. Why is he talking to me like this? What did I do? I don’t want to be hated! Stop hating me! I want everyone to like me…. It hurt so much…. Why does it feel like my chest is breaking? Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!

We have to stop. I whispered over and over again, unable to contain my panic and the pleas that circulated in the deepest recesses of my mind. I was begging my body to stop, to listen to me and yet it seemed almost set in stone, like a cruel fate to continue on a path I knew had the capability of ending me, turning me absolutely insane. I knew that nothing I did or said would make me stop and yet I kept pleading with my body, kept trying to the point of exhaustion to stop myself from going towards it.

She pleads, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she's afraid to let herself admit the effect I have on her. But I won't stop, rather I can't stop. I can't stop because the thought of her giving up on me is unbearable. I won't stop until she gives me a chance. Hell, even if she does, I won't ever stop. I refuse to back down, even if she tries to push me away. This feeling, this undeniable connection between us, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. And I'm not about to let it slip through my fingers.