Touching The Void Book Novels & Stories

A voice called from behind her. Startled, the book fell from her hands to the grass while she clutched her chest. She turned around and watched the man from the dining room stroll into the garden casually with hands in his pockets—mind you nothing about his movement or look was casual. Toned arms with veins that ran as far as her eyes could see. Shoulders so broad she knew he could throw her over them effortlessly. Why? She cringed. Just why would she be thinking about him that way? “You startled me.” She looked at him with all the confusion she was feeling.

“Understood. Your personal space is a sacred temple. I’ll keep my hands and elbows and knees entirely to myself.” “Good.” He turns to leave, but I can’t resist. “Does this rule work both ways? Or is it just me who’s banned from touching?” He pauses at the doorway. “Both ways.” And then he’s gone, leaving me staring at the empty space where he stood.

Not because of Lyra. Not because of Astra. Because of him. Because of the way he stood there. Unmoving. Unshaken. Choosing me. The void studied him. Then it spoke softly. “You are not part of the correction.” Rex didn’t move. “I don’t care what you are.” The void tilted. Curious. “You will not stop what is becoming.” Rex’s grip on my hand tightened. “Try me.” Something flickered in the darkness. Not anger. Not amusement.

I had a lot of male crushes growing up, but unfortunately, they never led to anything good. "Do you know, Rali, I could almost smell you while I was away," Void said as he traced kisses from my neck down to my collarbone. At the same time, his fingers pressed against me, right through my thong. "I think your smell has been branded in my memory." Think, Rali. Think of someone else. "It smelled so good I almost didn't want to eat anything else out there." His thumb found my clit. Through my thong and without skin contact, he applied pressure on the clit, pushing in with his thumb. A disgraceful moan came out, broken.

Black magic surges, a void-like wave slamming into Kaelen. He freezes, eyes glazing, sword trembling in his grip. “Kaelen?” I call, heart lurching. He turns, stormy eyes blank, now glowing with an eerie purple haze. The novel’s pull, amplified by black magic. He roars, charging me, blade aimed for my heart. “No!” I dodge, rolling across jagged rocks, pain shooting through my ribs. Kaelen’s rampaging, sword slashing wildly, eyes unseeing but locked on me.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

Too close for Daylen to feel his breath on his skin but not close enough for their bodies to touch. "Are you so scared to be touched by me?" Syvan asked. Daylen locked eyes with him. Daylen didn't know what it was Syvan's eyes. It looked like disappointment and a hint of sadness. Daylen's heart squeezed in pain. His resistance caused Syvan to be sad and in turn that made Daylen sad. His feelings affected the magic oozing out of his hands stopping the force keeping Syvan in the air.

God, my cheeks were so hot that I sure did Tomato could compete and when Nick laughed softly, all my blood was probably in my head. "The head is taboo, but otherwise you can touch me anywhere." He took my hand and placed it on the stubbly cheek, which felt both rough and soft under my fingers. "Here," he said softly, then put my hand on his chest, just above his beating heart. It pounded steadily, calmly. It was a nice feeling. "Here," he said again and ran my hand lower over his body, to his navel, where a dark fluff attached that disappeared into his shorts. "Here too. And if you want ... "

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me. Hell, when did he come near me? I didn't even hear his footsteps. I didn't have the guts to take a look at him but he came so close that his whole body was touching my back and I regretted wearing a short skirt. His hands reached from behind to grab the book and because of his action, his lower region brushed more deeply against my butt, making me close my eyes in sudden fear and excitement. He easily grabbed the book and plopped it on my palms. I thought he would leave after that but instead, he kept both his hands on the sides