Touch Your Heart Manhwa Novels & Stories

Atharva's POV My heart skipped a beat when she touched me. Before this I have forcefully grabbed her. This was the first time that she has willingly held my hand and her touch was enough to heal all my wounds. The moment she came in contact with me, all my wrath vanished into thin air.

Lyra(Mia’s)POV This man's lips were soft. He held me close enough to feel his heart strumming against mine. Should he let me go? Hell no! If there was a way we could get any closer than this, I would not mind. If he pulled me any closer, he would for sure crush me under his grip. My hands went over his shoulders as I held him close. His body felt familiar, felt perfect against mine. It was a raw, sensual entwining.

My pussy clenched. "What's on your mind?" he inquired, sporting a mischievous grin. "N-Nothing," I stuttered, my face turning as red as a ripe tomato, unable to compose myself. I couldn't understand what was happening to my body, but the mere touch of his hand sent shivers of arousal coursing through me. With a passionate fervor, he swept me into the dance, his hand caressing my body, igniting a fiery desire within me. As he spun me around, his hand grazed down my thigh, and I realized with a jolt that I was already wet with anticipation.

"I’ve spent nine seasons running away from you or toward you. I think I’ll just stay right here for a while." He pulled me into him, his skin still holding that unnerving, unnatural heat. We lay there in the silence, the only sound the crackle of the dying fire and that faint, persistent click-click-click from within his chest. The Drama of the Heart: The Vocabulary of Touch "Do you hear it?" I asked, my hand splayed across his ribs. "The heart. It’s not stopping, Jinyan." He sighed, the sound vibrating through my own body. "I hear it. It’s the background noise of my life now, Panni. A reminder that I’m more ledger than man."

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

And then there was me. I wanted to tell myself I didn’t belong, that I had no place here, that I was just an outsider, a girl who’d stumbled into a world she’d never understand. And yet, something kept me there, close to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his presence and the subtle brush of his arm whenever he moved near me. He didn’t touch me often. Not unnecessarily. But even the smallest contact—his hand guiding mine when we adjusted a bike, his arm brushing mine as he passed—sent heat through me I hadn’t felt in years. It was alarming. Scary. And oddly, comforting.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

Kei pushed Shima back rudely. "You're trying to play with my tongue, right ?! "Kei tapped Shima's head a little hard. Shima smiled and hugged Kei again. Now her head was resting on Kei's chest. She heard Kei's heart beating fast, Shima's big smile heard Kei's heartbeat. She holding her chest, just like Kei's heartbeat. I'm started in love with Kei !! "What kind of drama do you want to bring Shima? "Kei tried to cover his embarrassment, he already felt his cheeks were red when Shima returned to hug him.

His eyes hardened as there was hinch that this phone call would definitely pulled out everything that was hidden in his heart. .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️