Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

He seems to be saying the word "please." My lip juts out stubbornly and I cross my arms against my chest in response. He looks at me and starts to laugh. I can imagine it, the beautiful sounds echoing in my heart. I wish I could experience it for myself. He hesitantly brings his hands out after a long, contented silence. With a reserved expression, I allow him to pass his hands under me. Before I knew it, he had me in his arms, lifting me up as he stepped out of the puddle.

The way he crossed his arms, slow and unbothered, pulling those muscles taut beneath the fabric "I might lose it if you keep staring at me that way," that seemed to bring me back to my senses

Louis frowned, enduring the pain in his arm as he tried to calm her. “We’re family. Even if it’s embarrassing, it stays in the family. I’s fine.” “Fine?!” Adora was so angry she could have bitten him. His arm was aching too much, so he broke free from her “death grip” and promptly pulled her into his arms, trapping both her hands. “What are you doing? Let go…” Adora ordered under her breath. There were so many people around—him holding her like this was hardly appropriate, especially with kids watching.

"Lu!" And Lu just laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the mattress. He rolled onto his back, stretching his frame with the kind of satisfied smile that said he was perfectly fine with being clung to, perfectly fine with being seen, perfectly fine with everything. His arms stretched above his head, muscles flexing, and he looked utterly, ridiculously pleased with himself.

Lyros kisses me slowly and passionately. It’s like all my thoughts melt when I am in his arms and right now, right now I am in his arms. I run my hands down the smooth fabric of the thin forest green shirt he’s wearing and it’s like I cannot get enough. The ridges of muscle on Lyros’s arms are strong. Every inch of his body is hard and hot. Not warm but hot. I groan against his lips as he bites my tongue lightly and the moon illuminates both our forms as the light filters in from the window.

I felt Lucian's arms envelop me, his embrace a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "Hush, my love," his soothing voice reached my ears, his eyes filled with understanding and affection. "They are all happy for us. You should not be crying." His fingers brushed away the tears that trickled down my cheeks, his touch gentle and reassuring. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he wiped away the evidence of my emotional response. With a tender kiss pressed to my forehead, he held me close, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand resting over the small curve of my stomach.

Angle‘s POV Lily was five years old and approximately the most pleased with herself I had ever seen a child be. She stood with the water gun held triumphantly overhead, grinning with every tooth she had. Then she saw Kian's face. The grin went out like a light. Kian already had his jacket off. He crossed the space between us in three steps and dropped it over my shoulders, pulling it closed in the front without looking at anything he shouldn't. It smelled of cedar and something warmer underneath.

Hyo-jin, changing her posture, hugged LF's neck, hotly receiving his masculinity beneath her. LF, as if trying to confirm the end of this terrible pleasure, roughly grabbed her waist and added speed to the piston strokes.

"Cover up, dickhead. My eyes didn't ask for trauma this early." Zephyr bent to grab his clothes, slipping on his jeans. He smiled as he replied to Nik, not taking his eyes off me. "Lyla likes my ass. Don't you, Lyla?" He winked. I smirked, shrugging. "I like it just fine." He spread his arms like he'd won something. "You see?" Just as he reached for his shirt, I snatched it away. "Nope," I said, eyeing his bare torso. "I'm enjoying the view."

Behind her, Lucy stopped in her tracks, and her smile flickered, showing her fury. Meanwhile, Ria simply smiled up at him, and the hand that was holding on to his arm suddenly travelled up to rest around his neck. Without willing it, his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to himself. His breath quickened. Ria's thick lashes fluttered softly, and the curve of her lips was pulling him in.