Wound Tight Novels & Stories

Shaking my head of every single fantasy, I concentrated back on my task and this time, without any farther inconveniences, I completed stitching the wound and bandaging it with the right amount of pressure. "Done." "Not yet."

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.” He pushed in deeper, inch by careful inch. There was a sharp sting as he broke through my barrier. I gasped, clinging tightly to his shoulders. Adrian stayed perfectly still inside me, letting me adjust. He kissed me softly, murmuring against my lips, “So tight… so perfect for me. Breathe, Aria. Just breathe.”

"Let go!" But his grip only tightened…

I carefully passed the needle through his torn skin, my brow furrowed in concentration. His jaw clenched tight, and I could see the muscles in his neck corded, I could feel him grinding his teeth, and his ear was flushed, a deep red. His skin felt surprisingly soft beneath my fingertips, yet also tough, resilient. The wound was deep, a jagged cut that had bled profusely. I guessed that was why he had passed out from the blood loss and the sheer agony. “Arghhhhhhhh,” he groaned, his body tensing as I pulled the last stitch through.

Enough to raise suspicion if anyone saw. I stitched it up with steady hands, each pull of the thread like a reminder of what I had sacrificed for survival. My jaw tightened as the skin closed, puckering under my makeshift work. Once done, I wrapped it tightly with clean cloth, the bandage pulling snug against my skin. The pain dulled, hidden beneath layers of determination.

But then he took a sharp, shallow breath, his jaw so tight I could see the muscle feathering. “I was this close—” His voice didn't crack; it hardened, compressing into something dense and fierce. He held up his thumb and forefinger, a mere sliver of space between them, his hand rock-steady but charged with a violent energy, like a spring coiled to its breaking point. “This close to not even going at all.” The look in his eyes isn’t only desperate. It is feral. It is a raw, blazing intensity that pinned me in place.

she grumbled and began going into the bedroom. His hands caught her arm and spun her around recklessly. “Why do you always have to be pesky?” he raged. The scoff that escaped her mouth was filled with nothing but disdain. “You’re just describing your attitude lately,” she answered derisively, trying to shrug her arms away from his hand but his grip was too tight. “Let go of my arm,” she said in a scowl which made him tighten his grip even more and she winced in pain. “You’re hurting me William,” she cried while incessantly trying to get away from his grip.

My right hand trembles like the rest of my body. “ You have to do it, Violet. ” I encourage myself and push my right hand towards my left arm. Tears blur my vision further. “ Come on. Come on. You can do it. ” I whisper to myself and delicately, wrap the cloth around the wound. I hiss. Then, I grab one end of the cloth between my right hand’s fingers and the other end between my teeth. Inhaling deeply, I tie the knot as tight as possible. Screams of anguish echo in the whole forest.

After cleaning out the wound, he tore off a bit more of his shirt to wrap her wound. She felt herself turning a bright red when she noticed that the boy was showing his abs. She tried her best not to stare, but it was right in front of her. How could she look away when it was in plain sight? When he tightened the shirt around her wound, she yelped in pain. He instantly regretted tying the shirt too tightly. He apologized, “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

“So tight… so warm… feels so good around me… ugh! You're fucking good, baby, fucking wet for me. Ugh, Moissanite!” I moaned and gasped, my body shaking with every single push, my hands gripping the sheets so tight my knuckles turned white, my legs trembling under me. “Vance… harder… don’t stop… please don’t stop… I need more… I need all of you…ugh!”