Firmly Grasp It Novelas e Histórias

her words hitched in her throat when she felt his huge palm grabbing her jaw in a rigid grip. "Yes or no?" He shoved his face closer to hers. His vicious gaze refused to look away from hers, even for a second and dared her to even think about looking away from him for a second. He tightened his hold around her jaw. Flora caught that implacable madness evoking in his unrelenting eyes.

Liam reaches out and grabs my wrist, his grip firm and possessive, his voice low and cutting through the noise. “I got you.”

Grabbing Ash tightly. Adom got rock hard from that sentence alone. He could definitely bring it on....

His long fingers curl around my wrists, yanking roughly. Painfully. His gaze hardens. “Use it wisely.”

His hands slip around my ankles in a firm, unhurried grip. He tugs.

The words arrived and I was prepared for them, I had known they were coming from the moment I started the sentence, and being prepared for them did not stop them from landing the way they landed. I had begun to formulate the response, the careful one that would introduce the necessary complexity, when his hand closed around mine. Firm. Warm. The specific grip of someone who has decided something and is putting that decision into physical form, not the grip of someone grasping out of instinct or desperation but the deliberate, chosen grip of someone who has stopped calculating what the grip communicates and has simply taken hold. Ethan.

It was nice just to have a hold of her, so even if she had refused to try I still would have had a fantastic time. When it was finally our turn, I held out a harness towards her and got onto my knees, holding it open so she could step into it. As I pulled it up her legs, I made sure to do it slowly, and to accidentally brush my hands up her thighs. Her hold on my shoulders tightened as I straightened one of the straps around her inner thigh. I swallowed, trying to push down the lust that was building in me. “Do it tighter,” she begged, looking down at it as I stood up and made sure it was buckled at the front.

I was still trying to keep myself and my rugged breath in order as I felt a hand seize my wrist in a firm grasp. My eyes went wide, it can't be him right?

I rolled my hips a little harder, taking a firm grip on his shoulders for leverage, grinding down on him. "It can wait, can't it?"