Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

she repeated. When he released his grip, she staggered several steps in her heels, not because he’d pushed her, by any means—he’d actually been quite gentle—but because her mind was reeling. Something had happened to her at Lucien’s touch. His words. It was like a sealed door inside her had been thrown wide open, and what she saw in the depths of her being had excited and bewildered her in equal measures. Discipline. Need. Her heart raced faster yet as she recalled the words uttered in Lucien’s low, silky tones. She headed toward the doors. Out of pure habit, she threw a rebellious glance over her shoulder.

“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.”

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.

I complained while accepting the properly cut pieces. "I think she's too busy enjoying the entertainment," Kieran said while his hand briefly touched mine during the plate transfer and I felt that same electric jolt that seemed to happen every time we made physical contact. "You felt that too right?" I asked before I could stop myself. "The electric shock every time we touch?" he said quietly enough that only I could hear. "Yes, I've noticed." "What do you think it means?" I asked while trying to focus on my food instead of the way my skin was still tingling.

I reached out to grab one that was near him, and I didn't expect that we would both reach for it at the same time, causing our palms to touch. I didn't expect that when our palms touched, I would feel a strange emotion that I had never felt before. I felt a jolt of electricity flow from my fingers to my entire body. I couldn't name what it was, but it felt like a voltage surge that you only feel when you touch a wire that has a problem with its insulation. That's how I felt when our palms touched... I don't know why my body overreacts even with just a simple touch of our palms, it's just so exaggerated. Actually, it's not new to me to have someone holding my hand, so it really makes me wonde

Neither of us looked up. We were two souls caught in a silent, subterranean dance, a touch that lasted three full seconds longer than it ever should have, a touch that screamed of everything we weren't allowed to say, and everything we were about to lose control of.

For once there's nothing to calculate. There's just him, and me, and the kind of touching we’ve both been starving for. We’ve never once done this on purpose. Not all the way. We do now.

My hands clutched the duvet, tightening the grip as he bent over, hovering above me. "Here," he said, standing upright, handing me over a bottle of water from the bedside stool. As I was taking the bottle, my hand accidentally brushed against it, sending a jolt of electricity all over my body. He withdrew his hand fast, just as I did, sending the bottle falling on my lap. That mere touch was like a brief electric shock that ran through my veins, down to my tingling pussy.

I raised my hand and patted him on his muscular arm, it was the first physical touch between us, and we both were hit by the strong spark, strong enough that Caleb shook from his place and gave me a shocking look, I was shocked too. Mates touching sparks an electrical wave in blood, but I’ve heard that it’s satisfying and pleasing rather than being strong enough to make you shook from your core. I averted my gaze from his widened stare and stood up, taking the matter from here in my hand, letting the matter of our touch be thinking later.

Rowan pleaded. He reached out again, his fingers trembling. This time, as his hand met my cheek, there was a faint spark of static electricity—a sharp, stinging pop that made him flinch. His hand didn't pass through me entirely, but it felt like he was touching a swarm of angry bees. He couldn't feel the warmth of my skin, only the vibration of the error.