Uncontrollable Shivers Novels & Stories

The thought sent another shiver through me, one that I couldn’t quite shake off. My breath hitched at his words, a shiver running down my spine despite my best efforts to stay composed. I tried to muster a reply, but the intensity in his gaze held me captive, the words dying on my lips. My heart thudded in my chest, betraying the calm facade I desperately wanted to maintain.

The heat began in the back, rising up the nape of the neck, and the muscles contracted by themselves. "You should get out of here," I murmured. "No, I won’t leave you like this." "Naomi." The voice came out deeper. "Come out." She took a step forward, and that was enough to break the little control left. The whole body shuddered, the bones vibrating. It was as if each beat was a push to the wrong side. The nails began to grow, and the vision darkened at the edges. I clenched my fists, trying to restrain myself, but instinct pushed back hard.

I roll my hips, arching my back slightly, using the motion to mask the shudder threatening to tear through me. Another click. The intensity spikes. I choke back a whimper as heat coils deep in my stomach, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for control, for something, but it only makes it worse. The vibrations tease. Torment. Punish. My body shudders. My lips part on instinct. The shame, the frustration, the unbearable humiliation burns through my veins. I can't do this. I can't- I risk a glance at Rafael, hoping-begging-for mercy.

Ferocious shivers emerged from me as my body trembled under that sharp gaze of sinister intentions, shutting my eyes, I curled my hands. My breath became rapid yet deep, feeling this tribulation of facing the consequences of trying to resist him which pulled me closer to him- what I didn't want. “Come on, say it and I will grant you with the supreme pleasure you have never experienced, Dear.” He tried to persuade me and I was on the verge of losing. “No…” I turn my head to my side to contain myself but no avail as I am powerless before him. I involuntarily held my breath as my body was shaking in strong and uncontrollable emotions of wants.

“No, that’s not possible…” Cynthia stood there, unmoving. Her expression didn’t change. Her eyes didn’t look away. She didn’t argue, she didn’t deny it. And in that moment— My whole body froze. My hands started shaking uncontrollably, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I struggled to breathe, each breath coming out uneven and shallow. My whole body trembled, weak and unsteady.

“You will not ride that Ferris Wheel with Joseph, Cynthia.” Shivers ran through me, tingling. That insistent tone of his made my knees weak. “You will not promise him forever, imagined or otherwise.”

he commands softly, his voice simultaneously firm and tender. I discover I have absolutely no control over my physical responses now. Every part of me has gone unnaturally cold, as though my circulatory system has been abruptly flooded with ice water, and the violent trembling that began in my hands has rapidly spread upward through my arms and into my torso. My knees have begun shaking uncontrollably as well, threatening to completely collapse beneath my weight at any moment. "Look at me, little owl," Armani repeats with increased urgency, gently squeezing my upper arms to anchor me to the present moment. The unexpected use of this tender endearment—something he's never called me before—pen

Reducing me to nothing. A shiver runs down my spine, different from those of the day. It is not a shiver of acute fear, nor the excited memory of a forbidden sensation. It is a shiver of immediate, almost organic submission. A physiological, deep response. My body reacts before my mind, before the revolt that could—that should—arise. A sudden, artificial, imposed fatigue falls upon my shoulders like a leaden cloak.

Danny This was never supposed to have happened. When Mariah sent me that text, it was like something had taken over me. I knew I couldn’t avoid Dawson forever; I’d have to see her, talk to her eventually. Without even fully realizing it, my body acted on its own, not even giving my brain time to catch up before calling out to this woman from the club. It wasn’t until I saw Dawson trying to leave that I managed to gain back control. Fuck! I heard about this before, there are a lot of things that could factor into it, but there are only 2 I could think of momentarily that could make this happen. The first thing could be anxiety and or stress, if a person is extremely stressed out and worried i

I lost myself in him, in this delicious game where each kiss, each caress, aroused in me an uncontrollable desire. I could no longer contain the waves of chills that roamed my body. Each caress, each touch of his lips on my skin sent me further in this sea of uncontrollable sensations. My breath was short, jerky, and my fingers trembled while I was carrying them to my mouth, looking for a semblance of control. I bit my lips, then my fingers, trying to stifle the sighs that threatened to escape. My back arched slightly under the intensity of pleasure, and my legs, in an uncontrolled reflex, crossed a moment before opening up again under this heat which consumed me entirely.