How To Break The Touch Barrier の小説・ストーリー

That look that makes me wonder what would happen if either of us ever dared to break the one rule we agreed on. No touching. But rules are only rules… until they’re broken. And something tells me, it’s only a matter of time.

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

" With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin. Bright, vivid blood seeped out. It hurt terribly, but the pain cleared my mind.

“It nullifies runic teleportation and my connection. I can't—” “There is a way to break it,” said Ulrike, her voice a whisper of ancient magic. “Once inside, the Barrier depends on isolation. Elara, the only way to break the shield is with a massive discharge of energy. That's why you and your mates must be present. All three of you, unleashing your full power at once, right at the point of impact.” That made me raise my eyebrows. The truth settled in my chest with pain. Brayden's plan to go alone with me was impossible.

She stands in the center. Glowing. Silver light pouring from her, holding back the Veil itself. And she looks— Not broken. Not afraid. Powerful. Alive. Mine. ⸻ The moment I hit the barrier— It resists. The magic flares, trying to keep me out. I don’t stop. I push. Everything I have. Everything I am. “Let me in!” The bond answers. The baby answers. The barrier cracks. ⸻ Then— It shatters.

“I was diagnosed after my suicide because I didn’t want people to touch me... In my mind, I was scared of what people could do to me every time I saw their hands reaching out to me. It didn’t matter if they had the intentions or not to harm me; in my head I just imagine them hurting me.” “Is it because someone touched you wrongfully that you build a barrier between you and everyone?” She questioned. “Yes. I mean, it feels a little different now, but there are times that I get taken aback when I let my guard down.” I told her as I shifted a little in my seat feeling a bit uncomfortable. “It used to happen a lot before moving here where I confused people’s movement because I think they’ll do s

I reached… and reached… and reached… and when I thought I could feel the spark, I grabbed a hold of it. “Myra… could you please give me the pen?” I asked, trying to maintain it. I watched as her eyes dilated for merely a second, her hand twitching towards me. However, she quickly snapped out of it, clapping her hands to sever the link. I’d learned this was a method of breaking the influence, the loud noise intending to startle me. Though she had warned me that this may not always work, especially once I become accustomed to the abrupt distraction. “I know you can do better than that,” she said, pursing her lips.

She trailed off. "Oh..." I turned to the barrier instead, ignoring Elias’s curious gaze. "So what now?" Cassandra pressed I stood and went over to the barrier, stretching my hand out. If this didn't work, that meant I would have to break down the barrier completely. My hand went right through. I turned around in surprise, a smile on my face, "It worked!!" Cassanda gathered herself and launched at the barrier. She went right through completely. I gestured to Elias, encouraging him to come along, too.

Cassian’s chest rose and fell heavily, the front of his pants visibly strained by his erection. “You need the curse broken,” he said, regaining some control. “I can do it, but it won’t be gentle or quick. The only way to exhaust and seal a touch-curse like yours is through repeated, controlled exposure. You’ll live here as my ritual vessel for thirty days. Every night, we perform rituals where I touch you — map every inch of your skin, push the curse to its limits until it either breaks or binds permanently to something new.”

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*