Wound Tight Novels & Stories

“Knot me. Please.” He lets out a howl, muffled by the soundproof walls, and rams forward one last time. The thick bulge pops past my tight ring of muscle, locking him inside me with a sudden, shocking fullness that makes my eyes roll back. I feel impossibly stretched, completely impaled.

I nod my head doing as he says, making sure I'm extra careful because I don't want anything happening to him more than I've already done before I wrap the bandage around it, saying "Too tight?" He shakes his head again, a playful smile on his face "Nope" I know it's not but I need to hear him laugh one more time, I crave it. So I tug on it one more time "What about now?" He's laughing, and my heart soars at the sound "You can tighten it better Ber. I'm not a baby" "Well you're my baby" I say, seeing the blush appear on his cheeks before I tighten it then knot it "How does that feel?"

What is this woman doing to me? *sleep tight* I replied. *sleep tight* she replied with a hug emoji. I threw my phone on the couch and grab my head. I need to get myself together. I said no strings attached. I reminded myself.

I knew he wanted to get intimate with me, and he wasn’t shy about that. His simple strokes were so cozy, it was getting deep in every subsequent one. I didn’t know, but these touches were so acquainted that I easily got secure when our skins, bare or with clothes came in contact. “Nothing. I am just being weird.” offered Owen a big smile. “I am fine.” and rolled my eyes at Nathan.

"This hole is so tight, so hot... I want to completely get lost in it. I'll rip that stubbornness out of you in this bed. Every time you look at me, you'll only remember this moment." He wrapped his large hands around my waist, pulling me completely towards him, making each thrust penetrate deeper inside me. The drenched tightness inside me gripped Matteo's immense expanse with more hunger each time, squeezing him as if unwilling to let go. As Matteo felt the tightness inside me, he went even crazier, moaning in his dirty voice, "Fuck... Nova... You're holding me so tight." "You're so sweet, you're going to kill me with pleasure."

Not like death. I squeezed his hand tighter, closing my eyes, letting my own alpha energy seep through the split skin of my palm directly into his wrist. I'd reopened the wound every day, cutting it fresh so the connection would be stronger. The pain of the self-inflicted wound was nothing compared to the ache of our silent bond, the emptiness where his presence should be.

In a panic, she shoved him away. Her wrists and ankles had been bound tightly by the men who had taken her. Every time the ropes loosened, they had pulled them tighter again. Her skin had been rubbed raw, the wounds layered over one another, making them look even more pitiful. She pushed too hard, forgetting how badly she was injured. The sudden movement tore at her wounds, and pain shot through her, forcing a sharp breath from her lips. Her face contorted in agony as her body instinctively curled in on itself.

2 Weeks later – 7 days left till the wedding Rosemary’s Pov I hiss in pain as the scratchy heavy fabric brushes against my new ‘gifted’ bruises from the man who says he loves me the most. My eyes swell up with tears as the fabric is now tightened around my body , pressing harshly against the painful wounds. I swear any more tighter and my wounds will burst reopen , spilling the red content that was supposed to be inside of me. “Please…stop!” I whisper yell at the seamstress who is just innocently doing her job. She pulls away immediately loosening – I place my hand over my chest to keep the loose dress from falling right down to my knees.

With Dr. Jensen's help and the aid of the best medicine around, Trent's wounds healed beautifully, and every day, just on the verge of them healing, Liam would send someone to peel them wide open again with a blunt dagger! Wails of agony echoed through the mansion day after day.

Finally, he turned his attention to me. She was silent for a while, collecting her thoughts. - Wound? She unbuttoned her jacket and looked at her. There is blood on the T-shirt, but the wound has healed. The scars are bright, but the pain is completely gone. She raised her head and added. - Everything seems to be fine. - Are you always distracted? What were they so busy with that they didn’t even know if the wound had healed? His expression turned grim again, only this time it was something else.