Novel & Cerita Don't Touch Me Im Scared

His groan vibrates against my mouth, low and wrecked. Far down the corridor, someone laughs on the other side of a door; a burst of applause spills from the ballroom, then fades again, like the world is politely ignoring the fire starting out here in the dark. He breaks away first, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. “This,” he rasps, “is what scares me. Not Michele. Not Elena. You.” I drag in air like I’ve been underwater. “Let go,” I whisper. His hand tightens. “Say you don’t want me to touch you again,” he says. “Say it, and I will walk back into that room and be your warden and nothing else.”

He looks frustrated and tried to touch me again but I avoided it and sit in the sofa. "Why are you so scared to be touch, huh? Even my friends noticed it. Yes, they can touch you, only if you're aware when they look calm. But if you're not aware and they don't look calm, you flinch Erica!" I look down. I can't look at him, I feel so dirty and disgusted. "What do you want to know?" I ask softly, still looking down. I'm afraid that once I look to his eyes, I might cry and tell everything to him. He is Ziv.. he got that power on me.

“I don’t know what supernatural pheromones you people pack, but I don’t want to be touched by you!” Oh shit!

he commanded, and I watched Xander turn to leave. Just as he was gone, I couldn't look into this strange man's eye, as I'd never seen such a beauty in my entire life before. "Seems someone is avoiding my eyes. Are you this..." he was about to reach out to me, but I quickly avoided his touch. "Please, don't touch me." I shook my head in fear. And I think I must have been traumatized as well. He raised his two hands up and took a step back from me. "You can just relax, I'll be back when-"

“But I've got you, okay? So don't be scared.” Goddess, I'm so fucking scared right now.

The hand that was traveling up my side stops just beneath my breast, fingers splayed, thumb brushing the underside. A tremor runs through his body. The bond is a roar in my veins now. I could drown in it. And that’s when the fear hits. Not fear of him. Or of what his touch will do. Fear of what this will do to me. How much of me will be left untouched if I let the bond take everything? I tear my mouth away, panting. “Stop,” I say. For a second, I don’t think he heard me. Then he goes still.

Raised my hand slowly—deliberately. I didn’t slap. Didn’t claw. I cupped his jaw. His skin burned under my palm. Stubble rasped against my fingers. He froze—whole body locked rigid, confusion and disbelief warring in his eyes. My thumb brushed his cheekbone—gentle, almost tender. More terrifying than violence ever could be. “You think the problem is that no man would want me?” I murmured, voice low, hypnotic. I watched his pupils blow wide as his brain scrambled to process touch against venom. “You think I’m scary because I might… what? Cut off your dick?”

I come back to kneel in front of him, reaching out to touch him. He looks up at me, his eyes glowing intensely, and I gasp at the unexpected sight. He frowns, closing his eyes. Despite the shocking display, I don't feel scared; I'm just intrigued. I grab his hands as he trembles in pain, asking, “Are you okay?” When he doesn't answer, I take his hands in mine, feeling the vibrations of his distress. My hands slide up to his shoulders, and suddenly, he releases a loud growl, echoing through the quiet night.

And I stayed exactly where I was, hands braced on the counter, breathing carefully through my nose. I didn't trust myself around Carol anymore. Didn't trust what I might do or say if I had to look at her again tonight, had to smell her perfume, had to see that flush on her cheeks and know exactly what had put it there. My dick was still hard. Painfully, insistently hard. It had been hard since the moment I'd realized what she was doing under that table, and it showed no signs of softening. I should be disgusted. Should be horrified that my daughter's nineteen-year-old friend had touched herself at my dinner table, that she'd been so bold, so reckless, so desperate for me that she couldn't wa

Sara screamed. He hit the ground hard, sliding across the dirt. Everything inside me went still. No. No, no, no I hadn’t meant “I told you not to touch me,” I whispered, horror flooding through me. Nathan groaned, pushing himself up slowly. But his eyes They never left mine. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said hoarsely. That broke something. Because I was. I was afraid of me. “Then you should be,” I said, my voice cracking.