Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

He gently guided me to one of the plush couches in his living room when we got inside his penthouse. He offered me a drink, a simple courtesy that underscored the silent tension between us. Then he sat beside me, close enough that our arms brushed - a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through me. Just a little brush of his arm against mine, and I felt like I was being electrocuted by his touch. This is why I don't trust myself whenever we're alone.

I really hoped that we could passed it. "Hey what is it with you lately?" I asked him putting my hand on his solder. "Everything's fine" he replied touching my hand in order to get it away from him. I felt butterflies yeah i know that's a cliché but when my hand was free and i wasn't touching him anymore i felt sad. I did fill that way every time we touched, yeah, I know silly me.

Loreen inquired curiously, with an arched brow. "Touch my chest." He smiled at her, and Loreen nodded reluctantly. At that moment, she touched his chest. Something like a spark coursed through her hand, to her entire body like electricity and she instantly retracted her hand, then gazed up at Adepe , with a bizarre expression on her face."What the hell was that?" "Sparks." Adepe nodded at her and relaxed back in the tub after he was done bathing her. "Once mates find each other and touch, this occurs. It is one of the ways we can find our mates."

"Let me lead you." I hesitated for just a heartbeat, overwhelmed by the sudden urge to touch him. But not in a casual, friendly way. No, I wanted a touch that ignited every particle within me, one that promised warmth against the winter chill. Gathering my breath, I slid my palm into his. The moment our hands met sent a shock of warmth rushing up my arm, tingling across my skin like tiny fireworks. I gasped, unprepared for the intensity of the sensation, the way it made my heart leap and my cheeks blush with embarrassment.

I circled around them in everything I did. I reached for him now without thinking about it. His hand when we were walking. His arm when we were on the couch. His chest when we were in bed. I did not plan these touches. They just happened. My body reached for his the way it reached for air, automatic, necessary, the kind of thing you did not notice until you stopped doing it.

The touch of Leo’s fingers against Maya’s in the physio room had been brief but seismic. That contact had shattered their carefully maintained boundaries, sending a ripple through everything that followed. From then on, even silence between them buzzed with electricity. Their connection had grown into something more than mutual admiration. It was raw, magnetic, and pulsing with something neither of them dared name.

She mutters sleepily and my brain stutters. “See, she needs us.” We don’t sleep or move for the rest of the night. My wolf is too afraid of disturbing her and we are both hypnotized by the hum of electricity coming from her touch. It’s nothing like we have ever felt before. If this is how it feels every time she touches me, I can see it becoming an addiction. No wonder mates can’t keep their hands to themselves. I’m going to have to be aware of how much physical contact we have. This could be a problem.

He growls when I breathe out deeply, the bond's effect is starting to be too much. "Of course I've touched myself before, I wash myself every day," I say honestly. I don't see how you could ever wash yourself without touching your body. He moves one of his hands from the wall when he slowly moves down and takes my hand in his, sparks play on my skin where we are touching when he slowly moves my hand up my body. I don't know what he is up to when he moves his head in front of me instead. His eyes meet mine when he looks intensely into mine while placing my hand at my breast.

She clawed at the ground, pulled herself toward me, hand finally landing on mine. Severing the last connection we both had to our power the moment we touched. ***

The air crackles with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that draws us closer together. In the moonlit water, our bodies move as one, in perfect synchrony. The rhythmic motion of the waves mirrors the beat of our hearts, pounding with anticipation. I am acutely aware of every inch of my body, the water caressing my skin, the coolness mingling with the heat that burns within me. As we swim side by side, the boundaries between us begin to blur. Our hands reach out, fingers brushing against each other, sending shivers down my spine. The touch is fleeting, yet electrifying, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.