When We Touch I Get This Feeling Novels & Stories

Ethan's touch was like magic, making me feel alive and desired. His lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I gasped, feeling a sense of wonder and admiration. Ethan's hands roamed over my body, touching and caressing me in all the right places. I felt a sense of pleasure and desire, my body responding to his touch. As we moved together, I felt a sense of connection and intimacy that I had never felt before. It was like our bodies were meant to be together, like we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly.

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.

I reply promptly, already reaching for the folder. In my eagerness to prove my willingness to work, I don’t realize he’s also reaching for it. For a heartbeat, our fingers brush. It’s a brief, subtle contact. I should have barely noticed it. Yet the second we touch, a spark of electricity shoots through my hand, racing up my arm in a sudden jolt. My breath hitches. My entire body shivers as if I’d been burned, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead, it warms me, a pleasant heat spreading through my whole being.

She apologized, reaching out to my hands to give me a comforting squeeze. “It’s fine.” I lied. “We can just talk about something else.” Olivia shook her head. “No, tell me about it.” I genuinely wanted to talk about it with someone, so I agreed to continue. “I was worried because I felt something when he touched me.” Olivia looked at me intently. “What did you feel?” I hesitated, then looked down at my fingers, tracing the rim of my glass absentmindedly. “It was just like a jolt of electricity. I don’t even know how to explain it. But the moment his hand touched me, it was as if my entire body froze.”

A spark of emotion lit up his face as he passed a glance at me. "When the bond snaps, it echoes. You can hear it like a clap of thunder during a storm. And then sparks, no, that's too light of a word, electricity holds your body captive. It doesn't hurt or anything. It feels amazing like a rush of power stroking every body part. All you want to do after the first touch is feel more of that unfiltered pleasure. Touching them becomes a drug and you become the addict whose fingers itch to get your hands on your next fix."

It pressed firmly against his rock-hard chest. A burning sensation instantly swept through my entire body. It caused me to involuntarily tilt my head back and let out a low moan. “Ah…” The tingling electric current sent shivers through me, and I could not stop trembling. Wyatt was not a youngster anymore. So, he immediately sensed something was off with me. His gaze slid from my face to my chest before it slowly drifted down to my thighs. He swallowed hard and asked, “Grace... you... Are you craving a man’s touch?”

He didn't touch me only, He touched something behind the skin, His touch was on my skin but it was sending shivers and sensations to the nerves around my neck, the area below my breast, arms, lower abdomen, and especially my spine. The moment he brought me into the hug when the tear of not controlling the sensation, skipped my eyes made me realize that he was also feeling the same as I was. It was as breathtaking for him as for me. It was as new for him as for me. I realized that Blackmagic was used to do something wrong to a person but nothing wrong happens to me whenever he does that. All that happens was the sensation and feeling that was really hard for me to describe to anyone, I was fe

“I should have stopped you from going outside with Joshua in the first place. I let my ego get in the way.” I put my hand on his arm and felt that familiar electrical spark. “Why does that happen whenever we touch?” I asked. “What, my sweet?” he asked. “You don’t feel it?” I asked with surprise. “I need to know what you’re talking about before I can say,” he chuckled. “Do you mean our connection? Yes, I feel that.” “You call it a connection?” I giggled. “It’s a real rush, isn’t it?” he asked.

I feel a surge of comfort and security like I've been enveloped in a warm embrace. I lean into his touch, craving more of the connection that sparks between us. His hand lingers, a gentle pressure on my skin as if he's anchoring me to the present moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of intimacy. The touch is fleeting, yet its impact resonates deep within me.

"But there's something special here. Something I don't have words for." As our bodies press together, I feel a familiar heat radiating from our contact. The same heat I've felt every time we've touched, but this time it's stronger, enough to make me gasp for a second. Surprised, Elias asks, "Do you feel it too?" I nod, a mixture of awe and wonder. "Every time we touch. It's like an electric warmth." Elias looks taken aback, as if he thought he was the only one experiencing this strange sensation.