Holding Back Novels & Stories

“Because I figured it'll be a wonderful sight and I wasn't wrong. You have no idea how hard I'm trying to hold myself back from approaching you and doing that myself.” “Why do you keep holding yourself back?” I don't hide the curiosity in my voice. He simply smiles and doesn't reply as usual. My left hand stays on my left breast while my right hand goes down to my stomach and I part my legs wider and brush my folds like he wanted. He inhales sharply with eyes trained on me.

he murmured against her skin, his voice strained, as if he were **holding back**. She didn't want him to hold back. She pulled him closer, her hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the **hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin**. Artemis sucked in a sharp breath as her nails lightly raked down his back. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire, but still—still giving her an out. Instead of answering, Allie tugged his shirt over his head and kissed him again. Artemis groaned, his control **snapping completely**.

Assessing. “You’re adjusting,” he said. Not a question. A statement. “I told you I would.” “You did.” A pause. Then— “But not like this.” My brows furrowed slightly. “What does that mean?” He leaned back in his chair, watching me. “You’re more careful now.” “That’s called doing my job properly.” “It’s called holding back.” I stilled slightly. “I’m not holding back.” “You are.” The certainty in his voice was starting to get under my skin.

He held the card between two fingers and handed it to me. "It's just a bracelet. There is 50 million dollars on this card. The money should be enough for you to buy many new pieces of jewelry." I didn't accept the bank card. "This is a keepsake," I said, my voice trembling slightly. His gaze was instantly filled with annoyance. "You already have everything. Why do you have to fight with Susan over this?" When I remained still, he stepped forward and seized my wrist. He gripped it so hard that I was in so much pain.

My body is humming. "Then why don't you? Why are you holding back? Why are you stopping yourself?" "Because I don't want to rush this. I don't want to ruin it. I don't want to mess it up. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose us. I don't want to lose everything we've built. I don't want to lose everything we've become." "Rush what? What are you afraid of? What's holding you back?"

“We let him think he’s winning. And when he moves to access the wrong file… we’re waiting.” —

" Owen slapped me again, and this time it hurt even more. I barely cried. In fact, I only held back the tears because I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cry. Not begging was going for my life if that's what he wanted. “You better shut up. I'm going to call the almighty Harrison and tell him he needs to plan a funeral. I'll be back later to start our... hmm, Spanish Inquisition?

Potential energy takes a lot of time and the level of requirement we really need is something. I dip my lips in silent sea and move from their by saying, " Wait for two days I will with whole plan going to be in front of you, just believe ", I words made him silent which I wanted from beginning but how can he be as it's very massive for all of us.

Aiden waved at her, seeing her in a trance-like state. " Hi... I thought you went to work... " Malisa found her voice at long last... " Well... I just had to take the day's off. " " Okay... Then I'll leave... See you around. " Malisa turned to leave but just before she could, Aiden stood up and held her hand, preventing her from leaving... " Wait... " " Hm... Yes? " Malisa turned to face him... Aiden released her from his hold... " Sorry for stopping you... "

she said softly. “Yeah?” “You don’t have to keep… holding back like this.” I didn’t answer right away. Because she didn’t understand. Holding back wasn’t just about respecting her boundaries anymore. It was about protecting her from everything else. From the parts of my life that had started moving again. Shifting. Closing in. If I let myself go back to the way things were—intense, consuming, all in—it would pull her deeper into a world she didn’t fully see yet.