Touched By Vast Novels & Stories

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

Adam's hands moved against her back. She gasped at the specific sensation of it, the way each touch sent ripples of silver fire outward that did not stay contained to her own skin but moved into the world, into the responsive substance of the Abyss, becoming towers and walls and the first uncertain shapes of something that did not yet have a final form.

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.

Selene said. "Because you should know what you're walking into." Vara's voice was perfectly even. "The bond between a Moon-touched and an Alpha, it's not like a normal mating bond. It's older. Deeper. When it completes…" She stopped. "There's no buffer. No distance. What you feel he feels. What he feels you feel." She paused. "Everything." "That doesn't frighten me."

I reached out and touched her. Instantly, a soft, smooth, springy sensation filled my palm. My whole body felt like it had been shocked, tingling currents rushing through my brain. The feeling was unbelievably good. My body reacted instantly. After touching both sides, I reluctantly pulled my hand back. Jean looked at me excitedly. "So? Both sides are equally huge, right?" I was so busy enjoying myself that I forgot to see which side was larger. I mumbled in response, "Y-yeah, they're both equally huge."

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

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.

Jarckon touched her face, pressing his finger to her lips. Once again, Adhara was mesmerized by his emerald eyes. She did not resist Jarckon’s touch; there was no doubt in her heart. She allowed Jarckon to touch her face, her lips, and suddenly, Jarckon kissed her earnestly, as if he had been longing to feel her lips again. He remembered the night he had kissed this woman, a feeling that was more exciting than ever; he wanted to explode, unable to control his feelings.

This was a nexus point of intellectual and emotional intersection so powerful that it felt almost sacred. Brian's fingers were long, the grip firm, the skin strangely smooth with the exception of the callus on his middle finger from the years of holding pens. They were warm. A dry, electric warmth. Davidson froze. The touch, however infinitesimal, was registered by his body as a shock inordinately beyond proportion to what had occurred. It was not sexual. It was something else, more primitive and disorienting. It was shocked at the human touch of a man who appeared to be on an altitude plane above human contacts. It was the touch of approval, of power, of a connection so eagerly sought-after

It seeped into roots, poisoned streams, left fields paler and thinner, as if someone had leached color from the world. “Look,” Gaia breathed, and the link surprised me because it was deeper than the way minds usually touched. It was full of images and sense; a whole panorama of destruction that slapped me awake. I could feel the way the land had been stripped of its colors and warmth, the way roots cried out.