Wrapped Around Her Finger Novels & Stories

What's wrong with her? Aah, just forget it. She closes her eyes and starts counting pretend sheep on the meadows in Asgard. After a while, she gives up, sighs and reaches out to touch one of his rings, the ring that has captured her interest the most. It's big and feels cold, the ring covers most of his finger. She traces over the twisted pattern, from the tip of his finger down towards his warm palm.

I tried to resist her, gripping her wrist firmly. “Ju…” she didn’t allow me to complete and put her finger on my lips. “Please, don’t say a word. We have done enough of talking all these days.” Her left index finger, still barring me from speaking, while her right index and middle fingers and thumb, continued unbuttoning my shirt, with a dexterity that comes by continuous practice. She didn’t have to search for the buttons with her eyes. They remained fixed at mine. Unblinking hazel-eyes.

She reached for me, but I lifted a hand without even touching her, stopping her mid-air. She pouted again, her eyes flicking down. That’s when she noticed it. Her gaze locked on my hand. On the flash of gold. Without asking, she grabbed my wrist, her long nails dragging against my skin. Her brown eyes glued to the heavy gold lion’s head ring on my thumb, breathing harder. She twisted my wrist roughly, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “So… it’s official, huh?” she whispered, her voice shaking with greed. She dragged her fingers over the ring like she thought touching it would make her powerful.

The blood against her skin. "She sent one for you." "Yes." "You broke it." "Yes." "She will not get another chance!" "No, sweetheart. She will not." She stood. She went to the small cabinet beside the window. She came back with a clean cloth. She wrapped my hand. She wrapped it carefully, the way a woman wrapped a wound on the hand of a man who had just crushed a coin that was meant to take him from her. She tied the cloth. She held the wrapped hand in both of hers.

She makes me weak, only for her, but still I'm weak when she is around me. I did say she was one woman who could wrap me around her finger, and she is. There's nothin' I could refuse her or disagree with. Fuck, if she asked to keep Skin involved and us both fuck her every night together, I'd agree that's how tightly wound around her finger I am right now. "Big King," her voice is soft; I peer over my shoulder at her. She stands looking anxious and worried. Moving, I walk to her, wrapping my arms around her body.

“Your hand shook.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Clumsy,” she says, and her mouth almost twitches with contempt for herself. “Clumsy,” I repeat, letting the word hang until it feels wrong in both our ears. “Raise your hands.” She does. The right hand shows a small cut along the palm, shallow but fresh. The edges are clean so it’s not a kitchen burn. A glass bite. I take her wrist and turn it. She doesn’t pull away, but every muscle along her forearm goes tight.

His fingers were nearly as chilled as the cool metal of the ring he wore that pressed uncomfortably into her skin. Instinct had her yanking back slightly before she stopped herself. Thoroughly unnerved she hadn’t heard him move, but not wanting to traumatize the poor thing more than he clearly already was, she smiled tightly and let him keep ahold of her hand. "It’s okay, kid, we’ll… whoa."

Beneath the torn part, I could catch a glimpse of reddish hue, whatever bear clawed her must have scraped her waist pretty bad. As if sensing the eyes and attention on her, she brings up her legs to her chest and crosses her arms, covering all of her wounds. It almost appeared as if she didn’t want to seem weak- her reason behind doing so. I opened my mouth to get a few words out but before I could do so, the guard with the tremor came back. This time, his tremor was intensified. It was slight enough that one wouldn’t notice it until they looked closely- the ring finger and the pinky finger of his hands bore the weight of the tremor.

You are born with soft silky spikey jet black hair "I pushed my hair that had fallen over my eyes not understanding what she was talking about. Her fingers rested on the loose metal watch that wasn't put correctly around my wrist, her expert fingers tightened the watch and with a click, it was finally hanging properly around my wrist .She ran her fingers across my veins , tracing it up to my arm,her touch was making goosebumps appear on my skin.

A gust of wind rips her shawl from her frail, gnarled frame, and I jump to catch it before it blows down the street. Catching it in my hand, I drape it over her shoulders and turn away from the modeste to walk her back to wherever she lives, but she wraps her frozen, gnarled fingers around mine. “Thank you, sweet girl,” she whispers, patting my hand. “Let me walk you home–” Her curled fingers squeeze hard as she takes a choked breath, shaking her head. Her eyes are nearly opaque as she stares deeply into mine. “Are you all right?” My words are barely audible even to my own ear.