What Are Close Reads Novels & Stories

“I want to be inside you, Anna, but you have to be really quiet. I don’t want to wake your mother up.” I bit my lip, feeling the rush of too many emotions all at once. He came impossibly closer, the heat from his body driving me insane. His finger replaced mine, stroking my clit once. Just once. It was my undoing. I groaned. Loud. And I heard a door slam shut in the hallway, footsteps approaching. And just then, Andre slid two fingers inside me.

Just looking at each other. Then Matt stepped closer. Jordy didn’t move away. The kiss this time wasn’t hesitant. It was certain. Familiar already. Like something they had been holding back for too long. Jordy’s back hit the wall lightly as Matt moved closer, his hands gripping his shirt. Jordy responded just as quickly, pulling him in. The space between them disappeared completely. Kisses turned deeper. Longer. Their breathing uneven. Matt’s hands moved to the hem of Jordy’s shirt.

Her lashes fluctuated as she closed and opened her eyes repeatedly. Angelo slid her white gown down her body with ease, his eyes held hers, and the fiery passion she saw in them only served to excite her further. After taking off her gown, he reached for her underwear and took it off as well. She closed her eyes once again as Angelo's hands moved upwards while feeling the topography of her body. He gently squeezed her bra before undoing the straps, freeing her boobs from their bondage. His tongue danced around her nipples concurrently and trailed all the way down to the curve between her legs.

The woman let out, "Ling chi, death by a thousand cuts, that is an extremely gruesome way to die." "Oh really?" Nikolai pinched the bridge of his nose, "Weird how I've never heard of it," "Very few have," Clara continued, "I happen to know about it because I had a cousin who learned Tai chi; he was good with the sword." she caught herself in time, throwing a glance at Elena, "I'm sorry First Lady, I just thought..." "It's okay." Elena smiled, drawn by her boldness mixed with sociability. "It's not," Nikolai declared, "You were called to do your job, Doctor Clara, not explain Ling chi to my wife."

My mouth waters instantly as I lean even closer, suffocating myself with this fragrance. His hard lean chest pressing against my palms, which I used originally to braze myself. We are so close now, I could feel his breath break as it touches my forehead slightly, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I know he is staring. I want to see, I must! is he staring out of disgust, or does his senses default to desire so close to me? My fingers twitched slightly on his broad chest, not fully sure how to drop them. Damn it! I pull my head up slowly, his jaw filled with the tiniest bit of stubble, developing a five o’clock shadow, through his face I gulped softly, realizing myself. As my gaze settled on his.

“Because I won’t have it any other way.” “You’re standing too close,” Edward murmured, his voice dropping. Abigail blinked. “W-What’s wrong with being close?” “You’re too close,” he admitted. “I can’t handle it.” “Then don’t,” she said simply. That was all it took. Edward leaned in and captured her lips. Abigail didn’t resist; she melted into the kiss, letting him take control. The world faded, leaving only warmth, familiarity, and longing between them. Edward was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against hers, his breath uneven.

She feared going to school tomorrow, afraid he might attack her again. The fear of what he might do gripped her, and she couldn't read for a moment, deep in thought. She didn't hear the door open or Jace walking in until he got behind her and she turned back, a little startled. Her face relaxed, seeing that it was only him. “What are you doing?” he asked, staring at the closed notes and textbook. Katrina looked down at the table. “I was trying to study,” she admitted. Jace moved closer and picked up a note. “Want me to help you?” he offered.