Wound Tight Novels & Stories

*Warning* Strong language, explicit sexual content and emotional triggers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Ten years ago, I purchased a beautiful antique golden pocket watch with engraved initials. “E.R.A. “ Also, I was able to score an old Tiffany & Co. Return to Tiffany Tag Necklace and Bracelet in Silver and a pair of ladies Sperry Navy sneakers in size nine and half. I was so happy with this haul, especially since I only paid $50 altogether.

I was perfectly capable of closing minor wounds, but the angle of this one was wrong, lodged on a curved part of my arm that forced my movements out of alignment. I tried anyway. The needle slipped from my fingers once. Twice. The thread twisted, slipping from the loop. My left hand cramped. My right arm throbbed. I cursed under my breath and tried again. The knot refused to hold. The wound pulsed angrily, bleeding just enough to mock me. I hissed and threw the needle onto the counter. “Damn it…” “Not like that.” Her voice. Soft. Sharp. Clear as a blade. My spine went rigid.

“Not from something like that.” Fair. She poured alcohol over the wound. It burned like hell. - Good. Pain meant I was still here. Still in control. - My jaw tightened slightly. I didn’t react otherwise. She noticed anyway. Of course she did. “Don’t pretend that didn’t hurt.” she murmured. “I’m not pretending.” I said evenly. “I’m managing.” Her mouth curved faintly. Not exactly amused, but close. “Of course you are.” I felt when the needle went in. She didn’t hesitate.Each stitch was quick, efficient, pulling the edges together with just enough pressure to hold without tearing further.

He ѕсоwlеd when I ѕԛuіrtеd ѕоmе оntо mу fіngеr and closed hіѕ eyes. “I рrоmіѕе I’ll bе gentle.” I ѕрrеаd thе сrеаm gently оvеr thе burn, fееlіng hіm tense ѕlіghtlу while he held mу hаnd tightly. “Thеrе thаt wаѕn’t tоо bаd,” I ѕаіd, рrеѕѕіng mу lips аgаіnѕt his.

“Please talk. Am I dying? Tell me what’s happening!” “The wound…” He said, his voice shaky. “The binding...it’s…closing up. Ava, it’s like it’s stitching itself together and sealing shut. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “What are you saying?” My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “I don’t understand. Explain, Thorne. Please!” His gaze met mine, his eyes dark with confusion. “I don’t understand it either. But your back…it’s healing. Like it’s sealing itself up.”

It hurt less as he started to wrap the bandage around the cut, it was tight but not as tight as the nurses’ attempt. “There, that looks a little healthier” “So now what are we going to do?” “I think, sitting here and just cuddling sounds like a good idea. I just want to spend some time with you, I’ll go see Aiden and Kiara tomorrow” I smiled as I climbed back into his lap. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight. I laid there listening to his heart beat as his fingers gently ran down the side of my face and I drifted off.....

He crumbled my panty in his fist when he started at my naked body head to toe. We both can feel the thick sexual tension around us. I was so ready to do deeds however, Mr. Wright surprised me when he gently made me wear my panty and then the T-shirt. " Is it hurting? " he questioned when he made me wear my clothes and saw me with a frown face. I nodded no and he took my face between his palms. " Are you sure? The doctor is just a call away. Let me know if you need to see the Doctor. " he said making me force a small at him and said " I'm all good. It's just some movements hurt the wounds. That's all "

With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind. Once they were all collected, I clutched the pouch tightly against my chest. "Andiamo, Mamma. We're never coming back to this place again."

he clenched his jaw. My heart twisted in pain when I remembered how I treated her. "but thanks to you I finally met the love of my life....my Faith. If it wasn't for you then I would have never met her....so thank you but don't think I'll let go of you easily Mr Williams, I will make sure you feel all the pain you caused my wife 5 years ago" he said, staring at me with a deadly gaze. I clenched my palms into fists as my eyes filled up with unshed tears.

"For the final time, Orangelo, your pocket isn't that irresistible." Staring down at the distressingly large snapping turtle still holding on to his toe for dear life, Wound growled. "Can you stop being offended long enough to help me get it off? And if you act as though I meant that to be pervy, I'm going to strangle you with your own tail." "Don't threaten me with a good time, old-timer." Jinx teased as he tried to figure out how to get the huge turtle off Wound's foot without taking a digit or two with it.