Wrapped Around Her Finger Song Novels & Stories

she requested as she pulled herself to her feet. He closed his eyes. "Don't peek. I'm watching," she warned him, taking his hand in her own. "Which finger am I touching?" she asked as she traced her finger gently over the tip of his ring finger. "My ring finger," he replied with a smug smile, his eyes still closed. "And now?" she asked as she trailed her finger over his index finger, gently stroking its length. He scoffed, "You aren't touching me. Nice try..." he tried to call her out, only to open his eyes and see that she was indeed touching his finger.

Her fingers brushed across the name. “Charlie!” she whispers, happiness filled her heart when she remembered she was her cousin. Holding onto the piece she goes and sit in her chair again, frowning now. For the strangest reason she looked at her hand having the notion that there is suppose to be a ring on her finger.

She didn't even open an eye, so overtook by the drug being pumped in her system. I held on to her hand though just in case there was something or someone that would try to take her fomr me. I wasn't taking any chances. I let my eyes close, sleep taking me once more. There is a song playing, and it's low, and bitter, yet sweet. The words aren't even words, or there too garbled to be understood. They ask me a question, but I don't have an answer, and the song attempts to pull me forward so they can help me find a solution.

"Just a little tighter... It’s going to protect you." I call her name, but that's the only time my voice isn't clear. What name is that? Who is she and what am I doing with her? I watch my fingers carefully wrapping the soft bandage around her eyes. I’m tucking the edge in with a tenderness that only comes from love. I see the way her hand reaches out, searching for mine in the dark, and the way I catch it, squeezing it once to let her know I’m still there. "Owen? Owen!"

The fact was that when Raol was scrolling through her I*******m he had seen a few highlights of the song on the girl’s post and he knew that this was one of her favourite songs. “Alright then… come on… let’s start.” He held out his hand and they both gave each other a high five holding their respective mics in their hands. Soon piano and guitar started to play in the background while Hazel and Raol were now swinging a little happily with the music…. constantly looking at each other. “Oh.. I… love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh, la-la-la It's true, la-la-la

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on

“Fine, I’ll drive.” “Where are we going?” Lacing our fingers, she brings our conjoined hands to her lips. The radio crackles until she finds a perfect station playing a song. The lyrics describe us perfectly. “Baby, this is our song.” Our song. I like the sound of that. “Will you be mine? My beginning, my middle, my end?” El sings along. I heard the song once. But the lyrics hold more meaning now she is here. She crosses her hands over her chest, closes her eyes and belts out the lyrics. “Five years later and I’m still yours. Five years later and you’re still mine.”

Using my hands to find something -or anything makes me feel less of man. Her voice is soft like a melody I could listen to all day, as she hums lyrics to a familiar song.vibrations on the floor as she takes steps closer toward me turns blue I don’t bother moving from my position on the couch. No need to…not for what I’ve got in mind anyhow. “You're being quiet,” Her voice is so soft and vibrant as she speaks. Her fingers graze over my forearm before she wraps her thin slender fingers around them. She straddles me. I can feel her face close to mine.

I wanted her singing out my names like her favorite song. I wrapped my mouth around her, my tongue flicking and curling as my fingers slid inside her, slow at first—teasing. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, and I felt her body tighten, then melt, then tighten again as she lost herself in the rhythm I set.

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.