Sensitive Novels & Stories

Stable. But sensitive. The Axis had begun responding to Selene’s internal state at a finer resolution than before. Desire, arousal, frustration—states that should have been private—now registered as fluctuations in the magical field. She was becoming legible. I disliked that intensely. I descended into the scrying chamber, sealing the doors behind me. The mirrors within were dark, dormant. I did not activate them immediately. First, I centered myself, controlling my own responses, stripping my thoughts of hunger and sentiment.

"I have never tracked anything like it before. Adaeze might know." I went to find Adaeze. She listened to everything Kade had said and then she was quiet for a long time. "A secondary sensitivity carrier," she said finally. "Someone with Charlotte's particular echo of the keeper ability. They can be a compatible frequency for more than one keeper sensitivity." She paused. "Not romantically. That is not what I mean. The secondary sensitivity acts as a kind of. Resonance point. Something that multiple keeper sensitivities can orient toward." She looked at me carefully. "It does not mean Charlotte is in a bond with either of them. It means her frequency is compatible with both. A rare thing."

I walked into the office, the windows were closed and the room didn't smell very good. I turned the table over, opened the drawers and there were several papers, I took a folder, another and another until one caught my attention. It was a list of names, types of employees and how much they were paid. Several names and two caught my attention: Irina Green and Angélica Ospina. - Devin, something's wrong. - What is it, Liam? Angelica followed through with the plan by getting Podolski out of the club. – He said excitedly.

I shot back. "Stop calling me Jackson. You never call me Jackson." He said gritted through his teeth. "When I realize you are worthy of being called anything else I may call you whatever the hell I want." I explained. He shook his head and sighed, "I deserve that." Again we were in silence. But it wasnt as awkward as before. "Do you smell that?" He asked breaking the silence. "I smell you, flowers, and....who is that?" I answered quickly. I mind linked a friend on border patrol. Then a friend on watch duty at his station that was near our house. I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything.

Erica's eyes fluttered, she knew he was going to say that. "Thank you... I will see you around later" Erica said leaving in a hurry. She have been feeling pretty nervous lately whenever she is sees the security and this makes her feel so uneasy and uncomfortable though she couldn't explain the feeling. Erica dried off the thoughts of the security guard off her mind taking a deep breath. Her hair was flying left and right as she walked. She could feel it's dangling weight behind her, she putted on that gorgeous smile again while in the elevator.

It’s like telling someone not to look and they can’t help but to turn around and make it obvious. “Something you need to know about me, darling,” I lift her chin with my finger. “I’m sensitive. Very sensitive, so yes, I come quickly, but I don’t flag. I stay hard and I can keep going, going, and going until you can’t take anymore.” She swallows, lips parting as she inches closer to me. “So if I…lick,” her tongue flicks over the tip and I groan, burying my hand in her hair. “Will that make you come?”

"Gonna teach you about this. About what you are. What you can feel." He crooked his finger, pressed against something inside, and Kai's back arched off the bed. "Oh fuck!" "That's your prostate. Your most sensitive spot. When I fuck you, when I knot you, I'll hit this over and over. Make you come so hard you forget your own name." "This is crazy... this is insane..."

Silence. When I risked a peek up at him, the apathy remained in the depth of his blues. But even then, he was still irresistible. My tongue flicked out and wet my lips, libido awakened by the sensuality he oozed. Hot. All of a sudden I was inexplicably hot. Because of the confinement of the vehicle, maybe—even though the air conditioner was on full blast? Josh's lids lowered, eyes darkening, emotion dancing in his optics now. That emotion called lust.

"Not the strategic version of the truth. The actual truth about what you're feeling." "I'm terrified," I said. "Of how much I care about your perspective. Of the fact that your opinion matters to my decision-making. Of the reality that you've fundamentally changed how I understand the world. And most of all, I'm terrified that if I admit all of that, I'll lose the control that keeps me functional." "That's the most honest thing I've heard you say," Eli said quietly. "And it's not actually terrifying. It's just human. It's just what happens when someone matters to you."

"Oh, oh, shit! That's so intense!" I shook all over and bit my lip so I wouldn't scream in ecstasy. Damn, did that ever feel good! My sister moaned happily and swallowed every drop. She kept right on sucking me, but decreased the suction as I became more sensitive. In the end, though, I was still too sensitive and I tried to push her away. "Please, Karen!" I begged. "Oh, damn! I'm so sensitive right now. You need to—ohhh! Oh, please, I'm begging you, don't do that."