Get A Grip Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gryfyn whispered, his thumb sliding around my trapped wrists to hold them both with a single hand while his free hand dropped down to my waist, his long fingers digging deep into the soft, full curve of my hip. He pulled me even tighter against his broad frame, locking our bodies together until there wasn't a single breath of space left between us. His hot breath brushed over my mouth, making my pulse jump frantically in my throat as he held me locked in his possessive grip. "I am riding down to the pass tonight," Gryfyn growled low into my mouth, his sharp teeth lightly catching my lower lip in a slow, agonizing bite that sent a wave of liquid fire straight down into my core.

FRANKIE POV (Age 20/ 3 days ago) My fingers bit into his hand, trying to loosen his grip. My brain wanted to dissect what Aiden was about to say before he stopped talking abruptly, but the lack of oxygen took priority. “If you continue to push, then I can not be responsible for what I do in response. I won't let you ruin everything. Is that clear?” Again, it wasn’t a question, and his grip continued to tighten. I could feel my body responding to the attack. My limbs were becoming dead weight with the lack of oxygen, and my face was heating up with the pressure from his grip.

“Keep holding it, baby. Finger on the trigger. Feel how smooth the pull is?” My grip tightens on the Glock, knuckles white. My hips rock shamelessly into his hand. “You’re insane.” “And you love it.” He nips my bottom lip, then sucks it between his teeth. “Pull the trigger slow, Sugar. Just like I’m pulling you apart right now. Come for me while you’re holding cold steel and I’ve got my fingers buried in this greedy pussy.”

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.

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. It isn't working or maybe it is but too slowly. The grip on our neck tightened, the air was being squeezed out of me. Throat being squeezed so tight no air could make its way to my lungs. I could feel my eyes starting to pop out. Grabbing his wrist with both our hands we were able to get him to let go, pinning him back down to the bed. I doubt John will ever make that mistake again.

He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping. "Ahhhh....", I let my moans escape... but he didn't stop the masterful motion of his fingers down there. Soon I came..... but he didn't stop..... instead the smirk on his face just got more crooked and he increased the pace of his fingers. "I'll make u come twice sweety", he said with his devilish grin.

she snarled at me, grabbing my upper arms in a bruising grip. Clenching my jaws, I wrenched myself out of her grip.

He seemed taken aback by my feistiness, his expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. I tried to pull away, but Gabriel's grip on my arm only tightened, his fingers digging deep into my skin. "You don't leave until I'm done," he growled, his voice low and menacing. His eyes flashed, transforming into the piercing yellow of his wolf's, and I could feel his grip constricting, like a vice around my tiny arm. I struggled to break free from Gabriel's grasp, but his grip only tightened, causing me to wince in pain as my arm was squeezed even harder. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.

I scream, twisting my body, trying to squirm out of his grip. Colton lets out a low, warning growl that vibrates deep in his chest. His large hand flies out, wrapping firmly around both of my wrists in a single grip, pinning my hands flat against the wooden wall above my head. He holds me there effortlessly with one hand, completely neutralizing my struggles.

“Control. Not chaos.” I take a deep breath and force the irrational thoughts of roughing her up back down. I regain control over my self. I slowly rise up and motion for Lilith to bring it on. She shifts tactics. Less aggression, more testing. She probes for weak spots physically, but rhythmically trying to disrupt my timing. I adjust pace. slowly deliberately forced her to mirror but she has many openings, I can take her. She’s overconfident.