Novel & Cerita He Can Only Hold Her

He was staring down at her, holding her firmly to his side. Her mouth fell open as she caught his stern gaze. No hint of shyness in his eyes, his normal color returning. “Stop that.” He said firmly, shifting his attention to the bank. “We need to get you out of here.” He continued tersely as he tried to swim for the water’s edge. He was holding her to him on his left, locking her right arm to his side with his left arm, and using his left hand to hold her by the waist. Marian blinked then swallowed.

"Come on. You're right there. You're almost there. One more." She looked at his face. He was holding on by a thread. She could see it now that she knew to look. His free hand was at his side and his fingers were pressed hard against his thigh and she could see he was counting his own breaths. In. Out. Staying present. Staying steady. For her. He was the most controlled man she had ever known and he was holding himself together with both hands so she didn't have to see him come apart.

Only the quiet pressure of being held. He held her the way a man might hold something precious. Not claimed. Not taken. Cradled. His forearm was a solid band across her middle, not restraining but anchoring, fingers splayed over the softness of her stomach, as if he were afraid she might drift away if he loosened his grip.

Apart from this, he has a lot of work to do. "Leave me! Let go!" She kept struggling in his hermetic hold but he didn't lose it. Although, he just gripped it more firmly, tightly and aggressively. She was uselessly trying to free herself, knowing very well that the man wasn't going to leave her at any cost. She was His! He had made it clear in the very first meeting that Heer is only his.

She stilled. And for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then his arms wrapped around her, holding her like she might vanish. “I’m staying here,” he said, “but I won’t touch you again. Not until you know it’s what you want.” Her body trembled in his hold. Outside, the moon rose higher. And the locked door behind them didn’t budge.

She chucked, shaking her head disbelievingly. " I went out together and got you this. It's no big deal. Well not as much as you're seeing it so take, have it." He said like a kind of command and not daring to disobey him, she did. Holding I in her hand, her fingers fidgeted around it and she hopes it doesn't fall.

“Leave my son out of it, Eldric. If you touch him, I swear, I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” “For that, I’ll go get the runt now, let’s see what you can do when I beat him to a pulp in front of you.” He moved, and I panicked, the urge to hide gripping me, but she grabbed onto his legs, stopping him in his tracks, as he fell to the floor from the force of her holding. He jerked, kicking her off of him. The action was hard because I could see her sporting another bruise from it, but she wouldn’t let him go; she kept holding onto him each time he moved to come get me.

She held onto him. She slept.

she commented, her voice still wavering. He brushed her hair at the back, feeling all of her on that very moment. He could willingly give his life just to be able to hold her like this, he thought. “You can Lianne and you will.”

But he caught her at once. she held on to his nape for balance. While he held her waist with his left hand... and his right hand, on the door for support. Huh? Why did he have to hold her so hot- ish - ly? They just stayed that way, and kept staring at each other without a word. She was totally lost in his green eyes. Even if she wanted to stop herself but... She just didn't know what was happening anymore. He raised her up snapping her back to reality.