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he responds, his voice carrying a newfound respect. I sense Lyra's seething anger before I even turn to look at her. The air around her seems charged, her body tense and rigid as her arms cross tightly over her chest. Her seething anger engulfs the space between us, her body language a silent tempest of fury, I stand tall and unyielding, exuding an air of unquestionable authority. With arms crossed tightly over my chest, every line of my figure emanates strength and control. A flicker of amusement dances in the depths of my eyes, hidden beneath a veil of icy resolve. I can sense her frustration growing, that only seems to fuel my satisfaction.

He didn't let go, so we battled for supremacy in the end. I was sure I could win a tug-of-war with him, but that's when everything took a hundred and eighty degree turn. Lorde, being the strongest between the two of us - obviously - pulled and trapped me in an embrace. His left hand was on my head; his right hand on my back, pressing my breasts closer to his flat, athletic chest. Oh. Don't get me wrong. I did push him immediately then, but he didn't give me space at all. Shit!

He salutes while grinning before leaving us. When I turned around, Kura was crossing her arms while resisting a smile. “Really? You know he’s my partner.” “I’ll be your partner.” I forcefully took her hand and waist and pressed her against my body. She rolled her eyes in response but her smile grew wider as her body accepted mine with so much warmth. I swayed her in my arms the entire night. --- Kura

His voice is angry now. I stop, speechless and turn around. Lefu is standing there all stiff and looking down at the ground with clenched fists. "When he held you, and his hands ...". He slams his jaws together and looks at me with a blazing look. “What do you mean ?" In three steps he is in front of me, standing too close. Again. He swallows effortlessly and lays his hands gently against my cheeks. His fingers burning against the skin. I freeze as his face gets closer and he lays his forehead against mine.

He lifted a finger to point downward and rotate. I obediently turned. Nearly shaking with apprehension. He reached around my stomach. His broad chest pressing to my back as his hands slid over my round hips and along my stomach to cross over me. Linking with the fingers of my opposite hands. Pulling them around until my forearms crossed over my belly in a tight hug. Pinned.

“Whatever. All that matters is if you wish to stay out of jail, then you’re to play by my rules!” “You won’t tell me what to do, cara.” Cross growled as he made to rise. I shoved him to his knees again. “Guess who is on his knees now.” He eyed me hungrily and a smirk spread across his face. “I told you. You will always lose.” I scoffed. “Try me.” His arm wriggled slowly against my grip and inched forward, brushing against my right breast as his palm made to cup it from within my attire. I twisted his arm harder. He groaned, his move aborted.

Now I would claim him in return. "I'm sure," I whispered. Cross leaned down, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened into something more urgent. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his body. The heat of him seeped through my clothes, warming my skin. My hands moved to his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Cross helped me, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders to reveal the muscled chest beneath. Scars marked his skin—evidence of battles fought and won.

Luckily, years in the military meant he could sit like this without losing any dignity. Then, another problem hit him. Where were his hands supposed to go? Normally, you would hold the driver's waist or wrap your arms around them. That was standard when riding a scooter. "You on yet?" Hayley glanced back, impatient. "Hurry up." After a long internal struggle, Liam finally reached forward and pinched the very edge of Hayley's jacket. Just the corner. Two fingers. Not an inch more. "I'm holding on," Liam said solemnly. Hayley looked down at the tiny pinch of fabric on her left side, speechless for a moment.

She could not understand when Lars appeared there. He covered her mouth with one hand and hugged Lana. slipped his hand around her waist, pulling closer he traced her back. “It is okay, Lana.” Patting the back Lars allowed her to cry once again. In that position, his eyes glowed crimson which Lana could not see. Lars was angry over Khal’s mark as he could sense it.

The gesture was both a playful challenge and a sincere offer of solace, a way to break through the emotional barriers that surrounded us Logan stepped into the open embrace. As he enveloped me in his arms, there was an intimate warmth that transcended the simple act of a hug. His strong arms securely encircled my waist, and instinctively, my arms found their place around his neck. Yet, the height difference played its role, and realizing this, Logan effortlessly lifted me off the ground.