Touch Your Heart Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Not that wide. You’re preparing for football, not a bear attack.” “i dont know,”i say. “Seems fitting.” He laughs again. I feel the vibration of it through the space between us. His hand comes to my elbow for just a second. “Relax this. Good.” Warm. That’s the only word I can think. His touch is warm and steady and way too confident for my heart rate. The comments explode again. “SIR WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HER LIKE THAT” “THE CHEMISTRY IS CRAZY HELLO???”

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

The simple touch sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight through me, making my breath catch audibly. “You don’t have to be nervous with me,” he said softly, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in slow, soothing circles that somehow made me even more aware of every inch of my skin. “Tonight is supposed to be special for the fan who won. But honestly?” A small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips, making my heart flip violently. “I noticed you in the front row during the encore. You were crying… but singing every single word like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your voice, your passion… it touched something in me. Deeper than any performance ever has.”

His touch leaves behind a blazing trail of desire, and I hold my breath. "You're going to have a black eye, you should put some ice on that." His jaw ticks, as his eyes harden. He drops his hand and I finally breath. The way just one touch from him affects me bewilders me. My body has never responded to anything or anyone like it does with Camden.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

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.

He wants me. I can see it in his dark eyes. Fuck fuck fuck! The air between us feels charged, electric. Like I can reach out and touch it, feel a shock for the first time. I don’t know what made me, but I reached out and touched his arm. Shivers coursed through my body. “Warm,” I whispered. The first time I’m feeling someone’s warmth. It’s so nice. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, pressing my fingertips into his pulse point. “You’re so warm,”

she asked openly frightened. She felt her body being stirred as someone underneath her starts to move. Arms gently circled around her frame. There was something so breath-takingly electrified in that touch…over familiar that she felt her whole-body calming making her breathe slow and easy. Maya felt calm… She felt unbelievable trust… Her emotions were completely scrambled but she breathlessly waited…

Victor wrapped her up in his arms in a loving, consoling way. She felt his hands slightly caressing her back, giving her a sensation from his touch. Her gentle pats and strokes on his spine, riveted from her touch, and nothing is stranger than the heart. Their hearts were racing; they could feel each other's hearts as if it seemed to be transferring signals from one body to the other, stronger than ever.

I’ve been patient with him, coaxing him, giving him time to trust me while I penetrated the walls that he built around his heart one by one, waiting for the day he accepts me and the long awaiting day had come. I was unprepared yet the moment I heard his words – ‘You can touch me….wherever you want’ – I was totally utterly speechless. It’s worth the wait and as if it’s the queue to his words, I undressed him myself and touched him. His bare skin was hard and taut under my touch and he’s practically tensed when I traced his screamingly obvious scars which felt so tender and painful to my fingertips.