When We Touch I Get This Feeling Novels & Stories

The electric feeling travels down my body. Into my hands wrapped around the chain. “Holy shit,” I exclaim. Hope fires in my chest as I exclaim excitedly, “Axel, it’s physical touch. Lean into me.” Hesitantly, he does as he’s told. For a moment nothing happens, but then the shock passes through me again. I gasp at the addictive feeling rushing through my veins. I greedily snatch at what Axel gives me, channeling it through my hands and into the cuffs.

The hand on my back sends a burning sensation all over the nerves on my body, and it feels so good that I arch my back, begging for more of his touch. I know this touch, I know this feeling and I definitely know the voice. It's….

Her slender fingers brushed against the bare skin of my wrist. The moment her skin touched mine, a violent, blue-hot jolt of static electricity snapped through the air between us. The familiar, intoxicating tingles of the matebond flared to life under my skin, racing up my arm and slamming straight into my heart. I gasped, my chest expanding as the absolute euphoria of her touch flooded my veins after three days of starvation. Betty pulled her hand back an inch, her eyes wide as she stared down at our fingers. "I felt that identical thing yesterday," she whispered, her voice trembling. "When I accidentally touched Mitchell' hand at the table. What does that shock mean?"

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.

Just the backs of our hands touching as we both tried to navigate through the narrow space at the same time. The contact hit like lightning. I gasped before I could stop myself. The sound escaped my lips involuntarily from the way that simple, accidental touch sent sparks racing up my arm and exploding in my chest. I looked at Xavier and he went completely still as well. His entire body froze like someone had turned him to stone. His hand was still touching mine. Neither of us pulling away. Neither of us able to move. The contact point between our skin felt like it was burning. Like every nerve ending was firing at once.

he questioned. “When the bond is activated, it’s like an attack on our senses. Your smell becomes familiar, and when we touch it’s almost electric” I murmured. “Like this?” Kelly asked, grabbing my hand, and we both felt the connection again. “Yeah” I breathed, feeling goosebumps cover my arm. Pulling away, I tucked my hands underneath my legs.

I asked him. “I get tingles when we touch, when I smell your sent, I even get it when I just think of you.” I knew what he meant I get the same reactions.

Not even really caring what we watched. After he put in the movie, he joined me on the blankets, sitting right next to me. The jolt of pleasure that rushed through me when our knees touched, gave me pause. I still didn’t understand why every time we touched, there was like an electrical current that flowed through me. I’ve touched others and never felt anything like that.

I simply shrugged and kept on walking backwards before handing it back to him. The moment our fingers brushed we both stopped moving. It was like an electric feeling inside me, just that touch, that single brush of his fingers on mine had my stomach in a twist and wanting more. If someone else where to have touched me, i would have felt repulsive, i would have had uncomfortable chills crawl up my skin and want to keep a good distance away but this was different. This was a feeling i had never experienced before, this was a mixture of unexplainable desires of wanting more than just a brush of his fingers. "Is it just me or do you feel that too?" I could not help the words that escaped my lips

The second his skin touched mine, I nearly gasped. A current ripped through me, intense and startling. Zing. Like lightning. I felt it all the way to my toes. Every nerve lit up like it had been waiting, begging for this moment. For this hand. For his hand. I looked down at where he held me, his fingers warm and grounding, but also somehow lighting me on fire. How could one touch feel this electrifying? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. It’s just the wine, I told myself. Definitely just the wine.