Forced Proximity 소설 & 이야기

"Please, faster..." "You are sore." "I will handle it." That one was a go-ahead for me to pace up like a demon. I thrust in and out of her vehemently. "Ohh..yeah..yeah...". I kept on with the move and she was enjoying it too. "Shit!..." Her walls had soon started to clench. "Are you close?" "Hmmm. Don't stop, please." "I am not gonna stop soon baby." She was about to have her release. "Fuck...yeah..."

The proximity between us, both physical and emotional, was palpable, a reminder of the closeness we had developed amidst the chaos that had surrounded us. In that fleeting moment, the distance between us seemed to vanish, and it felt as though we could hear each other's heartbeats. The intimacy of the shared space amplified the connection between us, a powerful undercurrent that pulsed beneath the surface. As the tension in the air lingered, our eyes remained locked, our unspoken attraction a force that couldn't be ignored. The vulnerability of the moment, combined with the weight of our respective responsibilities, created a charged atmosphere that seemed to shimmer with possibilities.

Like I just rammed a cactus down my neck, unable to finish the sentence as it bites me. Alexi sighs heavily, his embrace noticeably firming up to get me as bodily close as possible. That sense of security flanking me as he does. I can almost feel his relief at being able to touch me again and realise it must have been killing him to be so close yet so far apart while torturing himself over this whole mess. His distance was because he knew proximity would make him touch me impulsively.

“Because I won’t have it any other way.” “You’re standing too close,” Edward murmured, his voice dropping. Abigail blinked. “W-What’s wrong with being close?” “You’re too close,” he admitted. “I can’t handle it.” “Then don’t,” she said simply. That was all it took. Edward leaned in and captured her lips. Abigail didn’t resist; she melted into the kiss, letting him take control. The world faded, leaving only warmth, familiarity, and longing between them. Edward was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against hers, his breath uneven.

trying not to make her more uncomfortable as she was, he could see that she was shaky almost like she was expecting him to say something harsh. "Yesss sir" replied Sandy, stuttering. "Okay you can leave that will be all for now." As Sandy was about to open the door Adam intentionally instructed. "Miss Brookes you're not coming to work tomorrow, my driver will pick you up to see me somewhere be ready by 10 am" ************"************* SANDY (pov) Oh my goodness!! I'm in trouble! sandy thought. her body shaking, sweat dripping under her blue cardigan, the thought rummaged through her head, it was like missing puzzles far off in different hides.

Behind him, I sense movement deeper in shadow. He did not come alone. He never does. “You are closer than before,” I say. “Yes.” “Testing how far you can step.” “Yes.” The bond tightens faintly. He is measuring proximity tolerance. Next time, he may not stop at ridge. He may breach deeper. “You will escalate again,” I say. “Yes.” “When.” He does not answer. He steps back slowly, retreating into shadow with deliberate calm. The ridge empties. The night feels thinner somehow.

Our joined hands. The distance between us, which had collapsed without either of us deciding to move. Her face, close enough that I could see the flecks of darker blue in her eyes. Her breathing was fast. Mine was faster. Our foreheads were nearly touching. Not quite, a breath of space, less than an inch, the particular closeness of two people who have stopped moving toward each other because something in both of them is still deciding. She wasn't pulling back. I wasn't pulling back.

"Rejected mate bonds exist in a state of perpetual tension. The theory suggests that controlled exposure, in which both parties spend increasing amounts of time in proximity while consciously resisting the bond's pull, teaches the neurological pathways to recognize the connection as unwanted stimulus rather than biological imperative." "In plain language," Gabriel said, "you want to bore us into not wanting each other." Dr. Vance smiled thinly. "In plain language, yes. The bond strengthens through avoidance and absence. It weakens through exposure." "Today's session will begin with basic proximity exercises," she continued. "Maintain eye contact for five minutes. There would be no speaking,

No additional names. Just us. My stomach tightens slowly, deliberately. This isn’t casual proximity anymore. And whatever comes next…. It won’t be either.

intimacy. The proximity was a terminal heat in the freezing cold of the Forge. Dante leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hitching as he pulled me flush against his chest. "Too close. Too dangerous," I breathed, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.