Wrapped Around Her Finger Novels & Stories

"But I could make sounds you've never even imagined and ride you like never before and besides nd our agreed time isn't over yet. I'm just more than happy to finish what she started but making it more better." Her fingers grazed my shirt. I moved faster before she could trace around my chest. I wrapped my hand around her wrist, griped it like I would an iron, and I held her there…… not hurting her, not yet, but letting her feel every ounce of strength in those fingers. Letting her understand exactly how close she was to something far worse than rejection.

Just reached out and wrapped one called hand around her wrist. Not to hold her. To touch her. For one last, grounding moment. She squeezed his fingers. Then let go. She turned toward the stairs. The Temple waited.

I reached downwards and placed my index finger between her two hands, stopping it from twisting against themselves, because I had noticed that it was an habit of hers which she does unconsciously a lot of times. What I didn’t expect her to do, was for her right hand to close around my index finger, trapping it between her hand in a really snug hold. I blinked once, staring at the side of her face to check of she even realized what it was that she had done, but there was no proof that she was aware of what she had done. “What happened to Sarah?” I asked calmly and continued almost immediately, “Did the both of you get into a fight with each other?” She started to shake her head instantly, “No

Happy reading.... She grabbed his right hand as his left one was busy keeping her heels. She brought it to her waist and made it wrap around her. A squeal of surprise left his lips when his palm came in contact with her clothed waist which instantly burnt his palm. "Ma'am"

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she suddenly felt a chill at her fingertips. The pink diamond ring was now snugly placed on her ring finger. Against the backdrop of the white snow, the diamond sparkled brilliantly.

She could feel the chemistry between them. Is our mate bond rekindling? Is it possible? Can I forgive him? she wondered to herself. Her mind was spinning, but before she could sort out her thoughts, she felt something on her finger. She looked down at her hand. It was a ring.

William's arm came around her. The sight was blurry when she unfurled her eyes. Something warm was around her hand. She tried to touch it with her second hand, but felt the pain, " Stop! You'll hurt yourself." A low gravelly voice said beside her. She turned her gaze from the ceiling to him, " Dylan! " She tried to sit. He instantly slid his hand on her back and straightened her. She gazed down at her right wrist. The bandage was wrapped around her wrist.

“Before you start begging for my mercy.” I clenched my jaw. “Don’t hold your breath.” She laughed softly, letting the strand of hair fall from her fingers. Then her eyes flickered down. She reached out again, but this time, her fingers didn’t stop at my hair. They wrapped around my left hand. Before I could yank it back, she caught my wrist in a firm grip, holding it in place. Her nails dug into my skin, sharp enough to hurt but not enough to break. Her gaze locked onto my wedding ring.

I just want to know what is troubling her. "Christian careful" She again whimpered when I held her ring finger to remove her glove. I immediately left her finger and looked at her. A tear rolled from her eyes. It was enough for me to lose my patience. I carefully removed her glove. My heart sank when I saw her ring finger wrapped in a blood-covered bandage. "How the hell did you get injured?" I panicked, failing to show I didn't care about her anymore. "I accidentally c---cut my fi---finger while cu---cutting apple" I squeeze my eyebrows catching her lie. She always stutters while lying.

‘It’s for when someone grabs you, like this. I reached out and closed my hand around her wrist. My fingers encircled it completely, my thumb meeting my forefinger with room to spare. So slim. So fragile. I could feel the delicate bones beneath her skin. I could pin both her wrists with a single hand, hold her still while—