Novel & Cerita Get A Grip

“I applied what I learned. Not bad, right?” Anna grinned cheerfully. However, after not even three seconds of delight, Liam grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his body again. “You vicious woman. You don’t want to use it anymore?” he growled in a low voice. Anna clambered up from his body, yet he would not let go of her hand. “I’ve never wanted to use it! You can use it yourself!” “I don’t have that habit! But I do love to let you use it!” “You!” Anna gritted her teeth. “Let go of me!”

I pulled away on feeling the need to breathe. Panting we were both staring at each other with desire swimming in our eyes. I held the nape of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. She gripped my hair and responded eagerly. This time the kiss was fervent, our movements more aggressive. We sucked , nibbled and tugged at each other's lips. My hands slipped down on their accord and gripped her waist. She was pulling me further in as if wanting to mold us into one.

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

Without a second thought, I seized the opportunity, gripping onto his fur tightly. With so much happiness coursing through my veins, I wasted no time hoisting myself onto Grimgor's broad back. His powerful muscles tensed beneath me as he prepared to sprint, and I held on tightly, burying my fingers in his fur for a secure grip. The weight of the situation pressed upon us, urging us to move swiftly and leave the pursuing authorities behind.

I’m as charged as I am edged with yet another thing slipping through my grasp. His long dark hair becomes the leash I grab on to. The control I need with it spiraling. Visual reminders, physical barriers that hold me back, and keep me in check. The flex isn’t rough, I don’t put an ounce of real pressure in the grip that tells him to get down to business before I lose my shit and obliterate his ass. Rather than down, he comes up from the soft points he’s been working on. Joining our mouths again with a hungry moan of excitement. Grimm’s grind so close to any female I’ve had; so wet and impatient for dick they can’t sit still.

At least not anymore. We practiced grip breaks next. His hands wrapped around my wrists to simulate an attacker’s hold. His grip was firm but impersonal, completely different from the magnetic tension that had pulsed through me moments earlier with Darius. “Pull your weight back and twist.” He instructed. I tried but didn’t get it on the first try. He released me and showed me a graphical example of what he meant. Then he gripped me again. “Now, free yourself.” He ordered again. I tried. My body obeyed slowly, stiffly. He corrected my stance again, his fingers tapping my elbow.

I grab a small thick stick from off the ground and place it in between my teeth. I bite down hard as I grab my hand and quickly pull. I growl biting down hard on the stick until I hear the resounding echo of a very loud snap and crack. I slowly move my fingers and make sure it feels as it should I then remove the stick from my teeth and place it against my hand. I grab a little piece of creeping vine, pulling and breaking it from the rest. I then wrap it around my wrist and the stick keeping my hand and wrist in place.

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear. The sound of his breath, ragged and uneven, mixes with my own, and I lose myself in the way he moves, the way he holds me like I’m the only thing he’s ever needed. His grip tightens further, his fingers digging into my waist as he takes complete control, guiding me in a rhythm that’s almost frantic. Each thrust sends fire through my veins, his ragged groans vibrating against my neck.

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

I said again as I added more intensity to the grip. “Stop, please!” I heard a voice that made me stop right in my tracks.