Touched By Vast Novels & Stories

He reminded as he solemnly draw circles on my back to calm me down. My frustrations immediately went out of the window. I don't know he does that. Every time I'm mad or feeling any intense emotions. All he does was to touch me and I can immediately collect myself back. Maybe it's a fated guardian perks. Or maybe it was 'something' else. I didn't realize that I was staring too much not until he shifted his gaze and locked it with mine. I forgot about the waves I'm making. The sound of the sea was muted.

I carefully apologized. Lord Kael stood there for some moments, probably thinking whether to kick me with his leg or not. Finally, he moved towards a couch and dropped into it. The bottom of his cup came to rest on a glass table. There was a vase beside with flowers in it. He picked a bottle from the floor and sprayed water on it. "You know something I love about flowers?" he asked. "No, my lord. I don't."

I whispered, barely a sound. He snatched a towel from the tub's side, soft as sin, and began to wipe my skin, his touch slow, deliberate, unnervingly gentle. I stiffened, my scarred flesh prickling under those slender, powerful fingers as they slid over my arms, my chest, my back. Every stroke left a trail of fire, and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think past the hunger clawing up my spine. No one had ever touched me like this, not without a price, not without pain.

While cursing him with dirty words in my heart, I touched the back of his big hand. That feeling is back, the electric shock is back. I've never touched a man, and been touched by a man until now... and that makes a lot of emotions overwhelm me. My hand trembled as I moved his hand away from me, and the imprint of his touch was like a hot trail that would stay permanently and I would never be able to get rid of it. Mentally and physically.

A touch like frozen fire. “You scratched yourself,” he whispered, his voice deeply rough. A shiver raced down Vick’s spine. She hadn’t noticed. It must have happened when she squeezed between the patrol car and the crime-scene tape. His touch was impossibly gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hands. It was the touch of a caregiver, a healer. She held her breath. The electricity of that simple contact was overwhelming, racing through every inch of her body, warming her from the inside.

And thаt’ѕ whеn іt happened. Without brеаkіng еуе соntасt he рlасеd hіѕ mаѕѕіvе hаnd uр against mу heart. His hand ѕрrеаd оvеr my brеаѕt аѕ hе соnnесtеd with mе, but I соuld feel the thrоbbіng оf the blооd in his vеіnѕ mаtсh uр wіth the роundіng оf mу hеаrt. It wаѕ lіkе hе wаѕ tоuсhіng me from the inside; іt wаѕ bеаutіful.

Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! The crude oil water parted when I stepped on it. The haze that entered it started rising out and crawling back into my smoke hair. I knelt, my mouth muttering something. I touched her forehead, my eyes saw what she was seeing; her deepest nightmares and fears, the worst moments in her life. I blew air into her face and rubbed her forehead. A black snake with red eyes crawled out of her and wrapped around my hand, crawling back into my hair. She sighed as her veins slowly returned to normal.

Touch piled upon touch until I was vibrating all on my own, never quite reaching too much, never quite enough to push me over the edge Jonathan was carefully constructing under me. It came slowly and planned; fingertips trailing down my arm once, grounding and warm before pulling away. Bass vibrating over skin, hard enough to feel for a moment before he pulled back. Every time my body pushed harder, he gave back in return, drawing me back down with words, or a hand, or even just the room itself.

Untouched by any strand. I floated down, weaving in between the vines, trying my best not to touch them. I couldn’t help it though. They each felt different. Some were rubbery, some slimy, others so brittle they snapped at the merest touch. I didn’t even realise I broke one until I saw it fly apart and dissolve. Shit. I hoped it wasn’t important. But it did show I could affect them. Could I change the way people felt about each other? Change their relationships? ––––––––

I swallow a moan. He strokes over my shoulder, down the sensitive side of my breast, over my ribs, my hip, my thigh. His fingers come to a rest at the crease behind my knee. I’ve never been touched there before. It feels excruciatingly intense, but I’m too spellbound to squirm. I stepped on an electric fence once by accident, foraging with Abertha east of Moon Lake where our territory abuts human farmland. That’s what Cadoc’s touch feels like. It turns me raw.