He Can Only Hold Her Novels & Stories

They are Incoherent. I lean closer, trying to make out what she's saying. Most of it is nonsense, but one thing becomes painfully clear. She wants to go with him. Whoever has gotten inside her head has a hold on her so strong that she's still trying to reach him, even now. I open the vial and climb onto the bed, settling across her lap carefully, making sure not to put enough weight on her to hurt her. My heart twists at the sight of her struggling beneath me. Bringing one hand to her face, I gently but firmly hold her in place while trying to get her mouth open.

And if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she needed him to hold her in his strong arms once again so she would feel that everything would be fine once more. “I’m… Uhmmm… J-just wanted…” she stuttered again, trying to get a hold of her thoughts and failing. In defeat, she lowered her head and looked at the notepad she was holding against her skirt. He followed her line of sight, then found an item of interest that was in her possession. “Oh, there it is!” He exclaimed as if he had a light bulb moment. Vincent suddenly reached out to her with one hand, seemingly about to grasp her fingers…

But he doesn’t let go. He just holds on.

“And…” He lifted her holding her with one hand whilst he slid the leather up her thighs, whilst she clung to the straps with a death-grip. “Do not fear,” he smiled as he eased her hand off one strap in order to slide her arm into the support, before returning her hand to it’s holding point. “I will not let you fall.”

He doesn't want to leave him anyway. The rough pads of his fingers caressed her cheek and lips before going down her neck and stopping just above the valley of her breasts. His other hand is tightly wrapped around her waist. He is holding her so tightly, that she is standing on her toes. His hold is rough and very Possessive. There must be something wrong with her head and body. Because, despite the fear, she could feel her core clench with need at his touch.

“Jessa, you’re small enough that I can pick you up. As terrified as you are right now I’m hoping that holding you like a child will help bring you back to reality. No one is going to purposely hurt you.” His voice is stern but not angry. If anything, he’s desperate. I watch as he lets her go just enough to turn her around. As soon as she faces him he picks her up. She screams before it turns into a yelp but to my shock she has indeed stopped her fight. He brings her quickly to his chest. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He states calmly as he adjusts his hold. For the first time she follows his instructions. It’s as if she knows she can’t win.

They were ferociously fulfilling their needs until they finally climax simultaneously. He dropped to her side, but she kept on kissing him while holding him possessively. Then his heart sank when he felt her tears on his neck. "Please, stay..." she holds him tighter as if she was afraid that he would leave her to die. "I'm not going anywhere." He holds her tight in his embrace and kissed her back slowly and passionately. "I'm here." He cursed her stepfamily on the inside while keeping her to his chest.

Because she clearly had no idea about the power he held. If he wanted he could have just kidnapped her and locked her up till she didn't learn how to behave with him or even just forever. No one could do anything about that. Only two of them in some isolated place without any distraction. A picture of her submissive self flashed in front of his eyes. Adrian let out a dark chuckle. Suddenly his eyes fell upon his bandaged hand. He remembered how she was carefully wrapping it. Taking his hand near his lips he pecked it lightly.

She asked, trying as much as possible to keep a smile on her face which kept faltering helplessly. "What does it look like?" I tried to move away from his hold but he only tightened his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. "Well I have no idea what this is, seeing you hold her that way, we're mates remember?" I could notice how hard it was for her to keep her anger from rising.

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.