Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

I wasn’t expecting him to, but I couldn’t deny that there was an undeniable attraction between us. My hand rubs the spot on my wrist that Gabriel had stroked, sending a shiver down my spine as I recall the sparks of pleasure that traveled up my arm from where he touched me. I almost laugh out loud when the term ‘electrifying touch’ comes to mind—not because it is silly but because it is true. Every time we touch, there is this distinct spark of energy that passes through me, and I know he feels it, too. A motion in the bright orange hue of the sky catches my eye. Shielding them with my hand, I see a black object quickly move over us and land on a building across the road.

The realization flooded my system with warmth. Touch me.

she announced. “My other favourite,” he said, holding his hand out for the bag. Allena passed it to him, and as their fingers touched, a shot of awareness raced up her arm. He jerked back, too, as though he’d been stung. Could he be as affected as she was? No. Impossible. It was crazy to even think about it. She couldn’t count the number of times they’d accidentally touched over the years, and even though she’d always experienced a jolt of electricity,

While cursing him with dirty words in my heart, I touched the back of his big hand. That feeling is back, the electric shock is back. I've never touched a man, and been touched by a man until now... and that makes a lot of emotions overwhelm me. My hand trembled as I moved his hand away from me, and the imprint of his touch was like a hot trail that would stay permanently and I would never be able to get rid of it. Mentally and physically.

I know things have changed a lot compared to six months ago, but my family isn’t going to change overnight. Maybe my parents would be more open, but my sister? Yeah, no way in hell. He suddenly stopped walking, making me stop on my tracks too. Out of nowhere, he takes both my hands with his and the feeling of his warmth against mine instantly sends shivers all over my body. Touching him is like getting shocked by electricity. It awakens you, but you know deep down that it’s dangerous. It could kill you in seconds, or in minutes. Either way, none gives a pleasant outcome.

I extended my arm forward as an invitation for him to shake my hand. "Dean," his hands were as cold as a tiled floor in winter but for some reason, it didn't bother me. I seemed to be pulled into a gradual trance each time our hands shook together slowly. This union of touch between us felt like it was the first step of something big that whatever our touch-activated was just the start of an avalanche. I knew he felt it too, it was all in his eyes.

A shudder rocked Tania's entire body and her head fell back, resting against my chest, "Why does it feel good when you touch it but it pains when I do?" "It connects us," I explained, "it's my claim on you so it's now one of your pleasure points. But, it's only pleasurable if I touch it because it's my mark." "What if someone else touched it? Like say a male faerie or even a male wolf," she questioned.

Not even really caring what we watched. After he put in the movie, he joined me on the blankets, sitting right next to me. The jolt of pleasure that rushed through me when our knees touched, gave me pause. I still didn’t understand why every time we touched, there was like an electrical current that flowed through me. I’ve touched others and never felt anything like that.

“I should have stopped you from going outside with Joshua in the first place. I let my ego get in the way.” I put my hand on his arm and felt that familiar electrical spark. “Why does that happen whenever we touch?” I asked. “What, my sweet?” he asked. “You don’t feel it?” I asked with surprise. “I need to know what you’re talking about before I can say,” he chuckled. “Do you mean our connection? Yes, I feel that.” “You call it a connection?” I giggled. “It’s a real rush, isn’t it?” he asked.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"