Hold Me Tight Comic Novels & Stories

His hand brushed my arm, and for half a second the air between us shifted—hotter, heavier, dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with fighting and everything to do with the pulse in-between my legs. Then I twisted under his arm, used his own weight against him, and locked him in a hold from behind. He laughed low in his throat. “Still can’t trust anyone, can you?” “Nope,” I said, tightening my grip. And maybe I squeezed just a little harder before letting go. But he surprised me when he gripped me under my thighs. Our breathing escalated.

I move my arms and abruptly realise they're tied above my head. I panic and tug against the restraints, the rope digging in painfully. I'm breathing so quickly that I feel lightheaded. But then the unforgettable smell of him wraps around me and I realise it's Holden... Bear ... behind me, hugging me closely to him. He's using my closed legs to rub his length against my throbbing pussy.

He thought to myself, "Calista is offended by me for holding her hand!" Rhino slowly let go of Calista's hand and stood straight. As soon as Rhino let go of her hand, Calista hugged Rhino without thinking. At first Rhino was very surprised by this suddenness. After a while, he gave a satisfied smile on his lips and put his hands on Calista's back and hugged her tightly. Rhino closed his eyes and hugged her tightly and kept sniffing Calista's body through her hair. Rhino's hot breath fell on Calista's neck. Calista grabbed Rhino's back by holding his blezer with both hands. Rhino raised his head and gently kissed the side of Calista's head over her hair lightly. That's why Calista could not u

Mу fingers grаbbеd hіѕ hаіr іn рrераrаtіоn for whаt was аhеаd. “Mе tоо, gоd baby, you’re ѕо tіght.” Thе strained look on hіѕ face wаѕ ѕо іntеnѕе, he wаѕ hоldіng оn trуіng dеѕреrаtеlу tо gіvе mе thе release I ѕо bаdlу nееd. I was рrоbаblу сlеnсhіng hіѕ рооr cock tо dеаth.

Like wanting this hurt. He tried to pull away. I didn’t let him. I followed him, hands sliding to his jaw, holding him tight, my thumbs brushing over cheekbones gone tense enough to cut glass. I held him like he was the only thing keeping this room from falling apart. Because fuck it—maybe he was.

Her hold on me tightened when I tried to loosen her grip. “You do realize you can only move if you let go of me, right?” The ski bobbed in the water, and she tightened her hold around me. I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I did. I liked the way she held on to me. “I suggest you close your eyes.” Fuck. My voice was huskier. Not something I did intentionally.

“Gotcha!” I scream behind the hand of the man holding me from behind. The arsehole is holding me too tightly around the waist, and my legs dangle from the floor. He’s a tall bastard, I can tell, but that doesn’t mean anything to me. I scratch at his hand; I can’t breathe! “Feisty little hellcat!” He laughs in my ear. I fight against him, but in my weakened state, he’s too strong. His scent is nauseating to me. He’s not a bear; I know that much. There’s more than one of them; I can sense it.

I held her tighter, burying my face in her hair as she leaned into me for comfort. “Don’t let go, okay,” she whispers as she lay in my arms, her delicate chin tilted up towards me. My smirk softened into a gentle smile as I whispered back, “Don’t worry, I won’t let go.” Her body relaxed against mine, and her eyes fluttered closed once again. I stayed awake, listening to the rise and fall of her breaths, feeling the heat radiating off of her sweat-dampened skin. I held her tighter, trying to push away the uneasy feeling in my chest. How could one small woman cause so much trouble for my entire pack?

But he didn't let me. His arm curved firmly around my back, drawing me in until there was no space left between us. He held me tighter. So tight I could feel the steady hammer of his heart against my cheek, and the warmth of his body seeping through every layer of silk and satin. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. There was no ridicule or mockery in the way he held me. And in that moment held so close I could feel every ridge and line of him, and every quiet tremor of his breathing, I didn't know whether to cry from relief or break apart completely.

I moved backwards but he drew closer the farther I went. “What if I wanna be the only one to hold on to you?” He held onto my wrist in a fast grip, I obviously wasn't expecting that. “Let go of my hands!” I screamed out, as I tried to squeeze my hands out of his grip, but it was too tight.