Drawing Arms Novels & Stories

he muttered hoarsely, his lips grazing a path down her throat to settle on the pulse that beat frantically at its base. With one swift movement, Armel drew her nightshirt over her head and stared down at her slender, naked form, tracing every dip and curve with his burning gaze. He cupped her breasts in his hands with gentle reverence and kneaded them before splaying his fingers wide, his olive-gold skin contrasting starkly against the creamy whiteness of her flesh. “Armel, please.” Harley arched towards him and groaned her approval when he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers until they were tight, throbbing peaks that begged for the possession of his mouth.

As soon as Ewan received the call, he was already on his way to the hospital. His fingers clamped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles rigid from the force. His body trembled uncontrollably. He forced himself to calm down as he sped to the hospital. When he arrived, he immediately saw me shaking in the crowd. His steps were quick. He reached me in no time. My legs moved on their own. Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms.

he said, stretching out his hand for a hand shake. For a moment, I stood there staring at it, before faking a smile too, and extending my hand. "Victoria Henshaw." His hand enveloped mine, very warmly yet firm. I wouldn't lie, he is a handsome good looking man. He has a chiseled features and a piercing blue eyes. He stood at least, 6.2 feet tall, well built figure towering over me. His blonde hair was perfectly styled, and his shirt.... my eyes instinctively flickered to the open buttons at his chest, revealing a hint of his tanned skin.

It was such a simple, casual gesture, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to his forearms. The fabric of his short sleeved shirt tightened slightly, outlining the definition of his muscles beneath. The play of light and shadow highlighted the contours of his arms, drawing attention to the strength coiled beneath his skin. It was a seemingly mundane act—crossing his arms—but the way his biceps flexed and the veins subtly traced their paths was strangely captivating. Unaware of her own fixation, Ashley found herself momentarily entranced by the sight. The subtle flexing of muscles brought unbidden images to her mind.

*Swish* Aiden pulled his arm back as his muscles bulged out. Without his shirt concealing his physique, those veins squirming to return blood as quickly as they could to the heart were easily seen. The restriction that the cotton shirt had provided was no longer there, allowing Aiden to swing his arm carelessly in a devastating clothesline!

he whispered, offering his arm. Adeline took a deep breath and placed her hand on his arm, feeling a jolt of electricity as his fingers wrapped around hers. ***

He lifted his right arm and extended it towards her, he gestured his finger taunting her to come closer. She gladly obliged, standing up and unhesitantly charging towards him. With fists flooded with water that she created using her mana, she then struck his left arm with her palm causing Lyon to be thrown meters away from her. He felt a tingling pain beneath his clothes, lifting up the sleeves he saw water needles piercing him turning his arm unusable. He smirked as he lifted his right arm and posed a fighting style taught to the knights in case they are dismembered or mutilated in between battles.

(Just what kind of fantasy genre am I in right now?) Turning his back towards the creature Mike finally moves his arms. (AH! Fuck god damn it!) As he expected his arms are heavy especially when he didn't move his arms that much in this pressured waters. It's been days since he let his body move this much and the recoil of the stress that has been accumulated from his body is still there. Of course, this will be a difficult situation for his body to move even if it just his arms.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

Armando pulled his pants down showing himself twitching hard covered in veins ready to be enclosed in that delicious pussy. But he held back.