Touch Your Heart Episode Novels & Stories

He stroked her, marvelled at that touch, and then – oh, goddess, then – he started clawing at his chest, digging his short nails in as deep as they would go, carving red marks, not unlike the ones down my back from Harley’s claws as she’d tried to keep me in place, and wailing unintelligibly. Between his sobs, I could make out a few words. Just a few, but they painted a picture of sorrow and heartbreak so bleak it made a barbed lump swell in my throat. My tears fell, thicker and faster, as he said, “I couldn’t – touch – her. I couldn’t… and now I – I – I – I – can…” He divulged into sobs that tore through his frame, shivering as he ripped at his own heart. That had me shooting into action. L

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

I spat, cracking his jaw with a final blow. The man beneath me was barely recognizable. His face was bloodied and his bones crooked. My breath hitched and before I knew what was happening, the claws on my right hand extended, black veins spreading across my fingertips, and my hand dove deep into his chest. Abe's eyes widened as my grip on his heart tightened. I could feel his life slowly slipping away, but I didn’t care. Everything that he’d done, orchestrated, played like a movie in front of me. Every time he put Felicity in danger. Put Helena in danger. Every threat, fear, emotional moment, had tears streaming down my cheeks as I twisted my hand within his chest.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

He’s standing at the door with the towel still tied around his waist and water dripping from his wet hair down to his chest. I swallow hard and try to look away but I just couldn't. It's almost like my eyes are glued and controlled to stay focused on him. I felt my lower pelvic breathing out wetness and wet my panties, he managed to get me turned on with his look. What about his touch? “I’m,I’m coming” My voice was tiny and breaking. I wonder if he even heard that. “You’re going to catch the flu at this rate, come over here sweetie” He urged me to come back in.

His voice was raw with memory, the kind that still stung even after healing had begun. “And now?” she asked, her voice soft, her heart bracing. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm. “Now, I feel it every time I look at you.” Elara blinked against the sudden burn of tears. She leaned into his touch, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “You make me feel it too.” They stood there a moment longer, not needing to move or speak, their hearts catching up with the truth that had been growing between them all along.

I felt empty every time, and I wish I could erase it. I stepped closer and touched his chest. "Imagine me with someone else." He growled loudly. Exactly. That’s how I feel. Imagine someone touching me, even if I don’t know them...Stop," he said. "Okay, I get it." I’m an ass hole for this, I got it. Adira, believe me when I say, you do have my heart; no one else touched it. I leaned my head on his chest. His hands touched me gently, but he was afraid to get too close. He could feel my anger.

It was the repair of the very fracture that had broken them. Slowly, she lifted her hand. She didn’t reach for his face, or his hand. She placed her palm flat against his chest, over his heart. The solid, steady beat of it hammered against her skin. His warmth seeped into her cold palm. He went utterly still beneath her touch, his breath stopping.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

“right here.” “Oh, I didn’t know that,” I said bashfully. We had stopped in front of the water fountain in the middle of the garden and he continued. “Every soul has a heart; every heart has a heartbeat and every heartbeat has a rhythm. Your heart is pure, Kira.” His eyes were trained on mine as they met. “In a world that is rotten to the core, yours somehow remained untainted.” I didn’t know whether to be completely freaked out because he knew my heart condition or blush because he had just complimented me. “That’s a rarity, a special gem in the midst of thorns.” “Promise me something, Kira.”