Novel Hold My Hand Romane & Geschichten

Gulping again I frowned as I instinctively pulled my hand against my chest, “I’m not going to ask you again,” and because I was petrified, or maybe because something about him actually didn’t petrify me at all which was confusing in itself, I found myself slowly yet hesitantly holding out my hand to him, he took it in his and all at once felt a spark run up my hand, all the way up my arms and straight into the pit of my stomach.

Minutes passed like that. Then— I felt his hand move. Slowly. Carefully. He reached across the small space between us and placed his hand over mine. Warm. Firm. Not demanding. Just there. I froze slightly. My first instinct was to pull away. But I didn’t. I stayed still. Aiden didn’t say anything. He just held my hand like it was something he wasn’t sure he had permission to do, but was doing anyway. For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Alaxs hand glowed for a couple of minutes and because he was being paranoid he didn't want to move it until it stopped. "You can move your hand. It's not made of glass." I groaned as I pushed his hand away from the book. I was quick to lean forward and look at what I completely forgot to read. How did I not read everything? The last two sentences had my guy churning again. "I was only suppose to have you hold your hand out for no more than ten seconds." I cringed.

The hand I had known my whole life. I turned my hand over. Palm up. And held it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He guided me to one of the park benches not breaking the kiss for even a second. As I settled into the park bench, he finally let my lips go..... I started to remove my dress but his hands grabbed mine.... "let me darling" But instead of getting my clothes off.... he simply pushed me down on the bench.... then the slipped a hand up my dress.... my panties came off the next moment.... and then I felt cold fingers exploring me.... skillfully rubbing my clit.... occasionally the rubbing would stop and I would feel a finger inside me....

She said, holding my hand. What?

Just then his hand found mine in the dark. He didn't grab it. He found it, slowly, his fingers moving over the back of my hand and into the spaces between mine, and he held on, and the warmth of it went undid me. Just a hand. I had been held a hundred ways by a man who promised me forever and meant none of it. This was only a hand in the dark and it undid more of me than two years of marriage ever had. ‘The line. Where is the line? It was right here.’

There, he took hold of her arm firmly, stopping her progression. “Let me go.” She demanded firmly. “What did I tell you?” he equally demanded. She tried to yank her hand away from his hold but it was trapped in his. “Let me go.” She repeated her demand, this time in a whiny voice. “Let go of me.” “I told you to sit down, didn’t I?” “Let me go.” She whined again, trying to yank her hand off again. Still, his hold on her remained firm. “You’re hurting me.” She said but his hold on her remained unrelenting, causing her nervousness.