Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

His touch is large and warm, and where it lands on my skin, it sends a tingling ripple through my body. “Thanks, Briar. I appreciate you trying to make me feel at home,” I murmur. “I haven’t... had one in a long time.” My voice trails off as a vague memory flickers—of a time I was safe, loved, sheltered. Briar leans in, wrapping me in a hug. It’s firm and comforting, a kind of embrace I haven’t felt since I was a small pup. My body instinctively melts into his. For a moment, I let myself believe I belong here.

“The electricity that our touch gives to one another is also a sign that were mates. Remember back to this morning when you couldn’t control the desire to touch me, and the minute you did what happened?” “How did you know I couldn’t,” she shook her head and continued. “Never mind, yes I did have this uncontrollable desire to run my hands though your hair. But then I was in front of you touching your arms it was like I wasn’t controlling my body, and I didn’t even notice I was touching you until I noticed the tingles on my hands.”

The book I was holding crashed to the floor, and I flinched because it was a new book and I would hate it if it got any scratches or worse, got torn. I grumble out in frustration, annoyed at my carelessness and his sudden stop before bending down to pick the book, except Zion had bent down at the same time, and we reached for the book together, so our hands touched, and I jolted away from the current that flows from our hands at the touching point.

I don't know who reaches first. Maybe it's me. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s just both of us reaching across the same unbearable silence. But it starts with the brush of our fingers when we both grab our drinks at the same time, and that stupid electric buzz shoots up my arm like it’s trying to light a fuse under my skin. I pull my hand back like the glass bit me, like touching him again might scorch through every boundary I’ve been pretending to keep in place.

That was the least amazing part of it. I reached out and touched Jenny’s face. My hand passed through her. The tentacles I could touch, but everything else was ghostlike. I went round poking things (with my fingers, you perv) to make sure, and not one thing allowed my touch. I did notice one thing, though. Wherever two objects touched, there was a black ooze between them, like tar or glue.

Though I was grateful he wasn’t using that bruising stone, he’d touched himself with. “I’m washing both of us.” “Why?” “Because we’re both going to be covered in sweat soon enough. And when I touch you I want to know that the taint of anyone else’s touch isn’t on your skin.”

It's unbelievable how a simple touch from Eden can make him this weak. Eden moves closer until their members touch, sending an electrifying feeling, increasing their desire for each other. Eden groans and pushes his head back, trying his best to control his desire.

But I have that strong hunch that I'm going to fuck this up since things always have a damn way of acting up when it's reaches my turn. I touch the round metallic orb, and a fucking million volts of electricity hits me hard throwing me against the wall with so much force.

Ardal We hit the water in a heap, the impact of our bodies sending a splash upward. As I go under the surface, Kadeem’s hand leaves my wrist, but that doesn’t mean we’re no longer touching. No, instead our legs tangle and then untangle, our hips brush, our hands bump each other's stomachs. Our limbs inevitably connect as we try to correct ourselves, but - while me touching him is purely accidental - I’m not sure I can say the same thing for Kadeem.

Every strange silence and every moment in the greenhouse suddenly seemed to point toward this exact one. “Kael…” His name left my mouth as little more than a warning. Or maybe a plea. I wasn’t entirely sure. Neither option felt particularly encouraging. But he reached for me then, his hand settling lightly against my waist, and the simple contact sent a ridiculous amount of thrill racing through me. My heart immediately decided to stop behaving like a respectable organ. “What?” I whispered. His eyes never left mine. “Harlow.” The way he said my name made something inside me wobble. Goodness.