Firmly Grasp It Novels & Stories

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?

"We don't, but that doesn't mean you should throw away an opportunity. How about a compromise?" I bit my lip and searched his face before tightening my grip on his hand. "I'm listening."

His grip was firm and possessive. “Yeah?” he murmured against my ear, his voice dropping lower. “You want us to stop being gentle with you, babygirl?”

“I said it’s not necessary.” I tried to pull my hand back. But his grip tightened slightly. “Rachel.” His tone became firmer. “Don’t be stubborn.”

I quickly ran out of the WC before anything happened. As soon as I passed him, my arm was grabbed with great force, it hurt so much that I struggled. "What are you doing? Let go of my hand, you're hurting me." “Does it hurt? I can hurt you more than that.” JayPark immediately went from grabbing to hugging me like a wild animal, his strength was so strong that my hand was grabbed until it turned red, JayPark tongue was stirring inside my mouth, making my i breath weaker, I bit his lips.

After all, I just can't seem to grasp his reasoning anymore. As Justin began to slip away from my grasp, a surge of determination coursed through me, propelling me to get up in a desperate attempt to make a distance from him while we’re on the bed. I yanked him back, my grip firm on his arm, and summoned the courage to voice the burning question that consumed my thoughts.

The sensation of his flesh against mine was both familiar and alien, a paradox I had yet to reconcile in the time I'd spent in his orbit. His grip was firm, steady, unyielding. Strong enough to control, gentle enough to avoid leaving marks—a perfect encapsulation of how he operated in all things. There was no hesitation in his touch, no uncertainty. Just the absolute confidence of a man who had never been given reason to doubt his actions or their outcomes.

“Now tighten your grip. You're holding it like it's going to bite you, breathe." "It might," I said. "It won't." He came up directly behind me again and I felt his hands close over mine, adjusting my fingers around the handle one by one. "Firm but not tight. You're not trying to crush it, you're trying to control it. There's a difference." “Kai…” I started, trying to shift away. “Focus,” he repeated and I felt him even closer now, his lips almost brushing my ear. “You wanted this lesson. So pay attention.”

"What do you mean she's a Codza? Who are you talking about? Where is my house and company? The documents?" Confusion ran deep and pulsed through veins. He made another attempt to hold my hand and gripped it firmly this tight. No matter how much I tried to snatch it away, he wouldn't let go.

This is not fragile this is not temporary this is something we chose something we are still choosing and that makes it stronger than anything we had before I tighten my hold on his hand just slightly and he responds without looking his grip steady and warm. Holding on not out of fear but because we finally understand what it means to have something worth keeping.