Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

I don’t know but I’m thankful that I was quick to disobey Yuichi whenever he complained about the poses we were being ordered to do. “Yuichi’s patience is really short,” Lance said with a chuckle. I really wonder why no matter how heavy and scary Yuichi’s presence is, Lance doesn’t feel the least bit scared? “You’re still a little far, Carla.” “Huh—” Suddenly, Lance pulled my waist closer to him, which is why the ten inches that we were apart earlier were gone. Lance hugged my waist while laying down his head on my shoulder. Instead of complaining, I accompanied him in the posing.

39 Present Lana’s P.O.V Armando came closer to my face toward an extent where our lips were inches away, his hold over my arm was still the same; forceful and paining me while those eyes were radiating red flags, “Armando, let go of me! You’re hurting me!” I scolded him as I forced my arm out of his fist but he didn’t move even an inch, just too busy in shaping his jaw and glaring at me, “What lullaby did he put in your head?---That I bought you from your parents?” He deeply questioned, his eyes were still emitting an intense dreadful aura

Marcus said, as he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and Louis loosed his hold from around my waist. “What did she mean, you taking my place?” I asked as Louis fingers skimmed over my arms, pulling my blouse off. “We’ll figure something out,” he said briskly as he slipped the button-up shirt onto me. His fingers moving deftly as he buttoned it up, I studied his face as he did. The tense lines in his forehead and the scowl on his lips. “Louis.” He whispered as he folded the cuffs up so my hands were free.

Ayla The silver bands did not go easily onto our fingers. Lugh’s knuckles were swollen from the training rings, the skin over the joints yellowed by old bruising. When he held his hand out to me before the high table, his elbow remained locked. His arm stayed so stiff that I had to move forward into his space just to push the cool metal home. His hand was cold. His skin smelled faintly of the river water he had used to scrub the horse sweat from his neck before the elders arrived.

But we weren’t. Lio crouched down suddenly, and came back up pulling the shirt up over my head. I helped him pull my arms out of the sleeves and he tossed the shirt away; his eyes never left mine. I was left bare; only a frilly black thong on. He looked down at me as if he was taking a mental photograph. “I love when you wear those.” He said with a slight growl in his voice. “I’ll wear them more often then.”

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.

~ LAYLA ~ My eyes open and I realise I’m enveloped in a warm embrace, strong arms are wrapped around me protectively. One arm is draped over me, my breasts are pressed against his forearm as his hand rests on my shoulder. The other arm is under my head, bent so his hand is resting upon my head. The heat of the body behind me is comforting; the deep, heavy breathing a soothing lullaby. In the arms of someone I don’t really know, I feel safe.

My voice scrapes out of my throat, completely wrecked. "I didn't need my hands. This tongue is capable of magic." He leans against the marble vanity, crossing his ankles. Water drips from his messy blond hair onto his collarbones. "I get the whole list, Kir. The collar, the cuffs, the St. Andrew's cross. All of it." "We are not buying a wooden cross to carry across the world while we are traveling." "I’ll find a collapsible one," he argues immediately. "Or an inflatable one. I don't care. I won."

"A-ah, yes. Of course. I can still see the water droplets on your chest that— ” Grab! Dominic immediately grabbed Lyra's arm which had intended to rub his broad chest which was completely covered by nothing. "You want to break your promise, huh?" Lyra pursed her lips. “I just rub it, can't I? It was so inviting. I can't stand it."

I concluded, crossing my arms for effect. Luca eyed my arms for a while until he ruffled his hair a little and then said, "fine. Have you ever made a game before?" "Now we're talking," I smirked.