Entwined Fingers Novels & Stories

Not rushed. Not desperate. Just… real. Every unspoken emotion poured into it. My fingers curled into his shirt as I leaned closer, my heart racing uncontrollably. His hand found mine. Holding it. Grounding me. The world blurred. Time slowed. And in that moment— There was no past. No pain. No confusion. Just us.

His fingers slid between mine with practiced ease, warm and firm, intertwining our hands like it was the most natural thing in the world. My breath hitched. I bit my lower lip as he gently tugged me forward, pulling me along behind him. I couldn’t stop staring at our joined hands, the contrast between his long fingers and mine, the quiet intimacy of the gesture sending unfamiliar sparks up my arm. My palm felt warmer than it should have. Crap. Why did this feel like I was back in high school?

He leaned even closer , watching her eyes flutter then used his thumb to wipe the icing off. “Done,” he said, seductively licking his thumb. “All done.” “Oh,” she watched him lick his fingers again. Smirking, she leaned closer and dug her fingers into the cake then smeared her lips with it. “Oops,” she bit her cake stained lips. “I have cake on me again.” Wickedly licking his lips, he leaned forward and lifted her chin with his right hand. Watching her breath quicken, he wiped the cake off her lips and licked it. He moved even closer, this time taking a seductive tug at her lips.

They were also very sensitive, and every time I pleasured myself, touching them brought out the wildest sides of me. He didn’t take off my bra as I expected, but his hand took hold of my jeans and unbuttoned them before slipping his right hand into them to palm my soaking wet fold. My breath cut into my throat, and my head pressed against the wall when he flicked his finger over my clit. I moaned and pressed my lips together. He caught my lips between his, and at the same moment, he slipped two fingers into my needy pussy. His fingers felt better than mine, and it felt as if they belonged there and nowhere else.

And the other guy that came was a beta or a third-on-command. He cleared his throat. "Hey, I'm Rowan." He introduced himself, giving me a smile that would make any girl or guys swoon at his feet. And then he stretches his arm out at me. I hastily shake his hand. When my finger touched him, I felt these electric shots run through my fingertips. I back away my hand that instant. And I step back. Crap. What kind of device does he have on his arm? Rowan chuckles and then looks at me with those dark blue sapphire eyes. When you stare deeper, you feel more lost in his gaze. "Now that I've said my name. What's your name?"

I said, as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and moved his hand to relieve the ache that has been building inside me for so long. “Chyort!” he cursed in russian as two of his fingers delved into my folds. I sucked in a breath, feeling the muscles in my stomach tighten and pull at the wound, but the spark of pain didn't stop me as I slid my hand down and clutched the back of his, my fingers tangling with his. I heard his deep groan as our fingers touched my soft, sensitive flesh. “Oh, Jonathan…” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair. “God…” My thighs twitched as he inserted his middle finger in. It was so tight and so much more than before as if the absence had made it more intense. I

Britney blurted out. Danielle knew Britney was right, She's carried away by the moments and blind to see what's happening. They both kept discussing other things. As Britney threw her left hand at Danielle to show her the engagement ring perfectly placed on her finger. Danielle screamed at the top of her voice as she hugged Britney with tears rolling down her cheek. She couldn't believe her best friend was getting married soon, She was happy for her.

I was on all fours, the grass crushing beneath me. Without a second’s delay, he leaned over me from behind. His one hand firmly wrapped around my hip, making me acutely aware of his erection pressing into me. “Let go!” I grunted, my heart thundering in my chest. “Ah!” His other hand splayed my fingers against the cold surface of the grave. His palm slowly trailed over the back of my hand. A sharp inhale hissed through my clenched teeth as his fingers brushed over my swollen ring finger, a flicker of pain shooting beneath his touch. I winced as his fingers threaded through mine, his grip firm and possessive.

She gently removed the paper after untying the twine, her hands shaking faintly. Contained within the interior was a small and elegant black velvet box. Her heart raced as she opened it, revealing a single, silver locket. The locket was intricately designed but looked old and worn. Kendall noticed something peculiar: it was engraved with the initials “F.G” She hesitated before opening the locket, her mind racing with possibilities. While opening it, she discovered a tiny, folded message within. As she opened it, her hands trembled, displaying a message written in a neat, clear font:

He whispers against my lips before diving in again. His hands roaming over my body as if he were mapping out unfamiliar terrain. I surrendered to the sensation, my mind fuzzy with desire as I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. The scent of him—spice and something uniquely him—filled my lungs, and I felt dizzy with longing.