Wrist So Icy Wonder Why She Like Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He places something very cold on it and I flinch instantly. I look and I see that it’s an ice pack. After a while, the ice begin to feel really soothing on my wrist. The pain is almost nonexistent for now, but a small tingling is still there. Maybe the ice is numbing my wrist, but whatever it is; it feels wonderful. “Because I am not. Jason is a pathological liar.” I say and I see Griffin give me a small nod. He knows I am right, Jason is evil. “Yeah, but that is not the point. He is never letting you go, Rose.” He sounds concerned.

Twice. My jaw nearly dropped. Did he just call me stupid? Excuse me? I was too shocked to even be offended. Before I could react, he reached for my hand. My entire body froze. His fingers wrapped around my right wrist. Not painfully. Not roughly. Yet the contact sent an unexpected jolt through me. His hand was huge. Warm. Much warmer than mine. Especially because my fingers had gone ice cold from standing in the rain. The contrast made my breath hitch.

I dangle it just above her lips. “Beg for it.” “Not a chance.” God, she’s so fucking stubborn it’s unreal. I lean down again, tongue gliding across the line of her throat. “You smell like trouble.” “You smell like bullshit,” she fires back, but her voice is thinner now. Needy. I reach up, fingers brushing the metal, and then...click. Her hand falls free. She stares at her wrist like she can’t believe it. Then her eyes snap to mine. I don’t move.

I replied hoarsely, blinking the tears away from my eyes. Tori gave me one last squeeze and let me go, rushing to the back to grab the rest of her table's food. Just as I turned to walk away, a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. The sensation that crawled over my skin was completely unexpected. It felt like tiny pleasurable pin-pricks, or little moving sparks running down my skin. Kade looked up at me in shock, his hand still lingering on my wrist. Alec noticed the look of alarm on his brother's face and reached towards me slowly. His hand connected with my forearm, trailing lightly down to my hand. The same unmistakable feeling ran through me. It felt like when I was a kid and decided to p

I jerked away, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it tight. “Don’t touch me.” My voice was sharp, but I hated how my body trembled. He laughed. “What are you gonna do about it?” I swung at him, fast and reckless, nails aiming for his face. He caught my wrist easily, laughing. “Oh, I like this one.” The other one chuckled. “Maybe we should break her in first. Show her how things work around here.” My blood turned to ice. The one holding my wrist let go just to let his hand wander lower. “She’ll learn.”

It feels so sticky and it makes me uncomfortable. I flinch when hands wrap around my waist. I look up just to see Icki smiling from ear to ear as if he is planning in doing something. This guy is really unstoppable. I did not even notice his presence getting near to me. I just shak my head, I can not with this man.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" "You were perfect," she says loudly. "I'm great and ready for more. Can we?" she asks timidly. "Anything you want, my love," I reply, kissing her again, and as I'm about to move on top of her, I feel a burning sensation in my wrist and pull away from her, fearing that I touched a candle or something. "Ow," she complains and looks at her own wrist. "It's burning, Den," she warns. Before we can say anything more, the letter R appears on my wrist after the excruciating pain, and my beloved groans in pain until the letter D appears on her wrist. I take her arm and place a tender kiss on her painful wrist.

Deep inside my mind and heart, I am, even if my mind is reprimanding me about how it’s the only right thing to do. Waking up in his arms the next day soothed my disappointment though. Despite being slightly cold because of his ability, it didn’t bother me at all. I usually don’t like the cold, but I came to like it enough when I got closer to Heli. It was quite ironic for him to have a mate that doesn’t like cold when he has an ice ability, so I’ve taught myself to tolerate it which isn’t that hard, because I was really fascinated with his ability. Time just made me used to it until I started liking it.

The pain in my wrist is acute, clarifying. He says nothing. He looks at me, his face now completely closed. The coldness emanating from him is tangible, it drops the temperature of the room. His eyes are no longer steel, but polar ice. No trace of interest remains, no trace of that perverse curiosity. There is anger. A silent, absolutely terrifying anger. He pulls slightly on my arm, with a sharp jerk, unbalancing me. I stumble towards him. With his other hand, he grabs my other wrist before I can attempt anything. In two moves, he holds me completely at his mercy, arms slightly spread, offered, vulnerable.

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.