Jangan Sentuh Aku Novels & Stories

How was I to learn of the sensations of his heart if he kept my favourite pair of intoxicating blues away from me? I tenderly laid my palm over the side of his face and tried to force him to look at me. "Theia." He snarled my name with irritation and once more seized my wrist yanking my eager hand away from his hot skin. "Do not touch me, not like that. Not anymore." If he thought that I would pay heed to his warning and submit he was mistaken for in no way could I go any longer without touching him.

Emotionless. “I— I just…” I trail off. “You shouldn’t touch me,” he says. “Ever again.”

I removed my fur jacket and stood in front of him raising my hand to unbutton his shirt but before I could even touch silver of the fabric of his shirt he held my hand midst. He grey eyes cold glaring down at me. "Don't touch what doesn't belongs to you Jessica" he said and pushed me away. Tears of embarrassment filled in my eyes "As if you haven't touched me before" I gritted out. "That was long time ago and now I need to be pure for her. I don't want any dirt on me when she comes to me". He spoke as if I was some slum hag and it intensified my hatred for that bitch.

I am not going to you no matter what. . . . ........

"Sshhh.. Don't shout if you don't want to get hurt." _______

Fuck them for playing with my feelings. © A.G_2018

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

he stiffened realising what all those was meant for. “Touch is the first sense to wake when you’re born and so does it wake up a soul who wants to commit suicide,” Justin interrupted, his voice deep and measured. “But it's the last to feel before death and you’ve been trying to skip everything in between.” Greg opened his mouth to argue, but Justin was already lifting the feather wand from the case. He twirled it lazily between his fingers, the soft plumes catching the lamplight. The first touch was a sweet sensation at the base of Greg’s throat. So light it might have been imagined.

Shock hit me so hard I forgot how breathing worked. “What—” “I’m done pretending,” he said. His voice sounded rougher than usual, stripped bare of its usual irritation and sarcasm, and there was something dangerously honest in his expression as his eyes locked onto mine through the darkness. Then he spoke the words that shattered whatever remained of my comportment. “Tonight,” he said, his voice low and intense, “I want you before he ever touches you.”

I offer. "No, I'm not cold. It's just when you touch me, I feel this jolt like electricity. Not in a "you're harassing me" sort of way, but in a "I want you to do more" kind of way. I sound like a slut." Kiaria laughs.